Waiting In The Gazebo
by Southern Comfort
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Rated "G" by the Author.
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I people watch and this write was inspired by seeing a woman sitting in a gazebo.
When he built the gezebo, he did it with care,
Knowing his love would sit and wait for him there.
Everytime he went to sea, she would always cry,
It would break his heart, everytime he would have to say good-bye.
Tansy Rose, the most beautiful woman, his eyes had ever beheld,
Each time he looked at her, the love within him did swell.
When he first saw her, he knew she was the love of his life,
His happiness began the day she became his wife.
They bought a little cottage by the sea,
Life was so happy, the way it should be.
Their cottage was secluded, far from town,
They had their own paradise, no one was around.
Then came the day, he returned to sea,
Tansy Rose cried and cried, she was so unhappy.
He felt a cold chill, was this the hand of fate?
He left Tansy Rose in the gazebo, where she would wait.
A storm wrecked his ship, he washed up on the sand,
With a picture of Tansy Rose held tightly in his hand.
Years passed he bearly survived,
The thought of his Tansy, kept him alive.
He was finally rescused by a ship and came home,
He knew that his Tansy was scared and alone.
He rushed to the gazebo, with wings on his feet,
His heart was joyous, his Tansy he would soon greet.
Tansy Rose sat holding his picture, had pined away,
Just her skeleton was waiting in the gazebo that fateful day.
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|Reviewed by Lydia Shutter (Reader)
|A romantic and sad tale....as only you can create, PA. Wonderful. Lydi**|
|Reviewed by Poetess of The Soul Sheila G
|What a wonderful Poem SC
Loved it from beginning to end!
I would of thought the same, great ending!
|Reviewed by Georg Mateos
|He, Tansy Rose, the gazebo and SC.
Feelings of love and loyalty and from the hand of a poetess one of those rare pearls that we find after opening a million oysters.
The end should had floored everyone.
|Reviewed by Walt Hardester
|Awwww, baby 'tis a sad tale indeed
|Reviewed by Cynth'ya email@example.com
|Oh this is epic!
cynth'ya lewis reed
|Reviewed by Ann Scarborough
|Tons of Kleenex Please! SC you are killing me! My nose is red, my eyes are red and I have gone through every box of Kleenex in the house and am not starting on the TP.
Wonderful heartwrenching write.
|Reviewed by twinklewrites at her desk
|OMG...what a heartfelt story and a surprising ending...I need tissues!
Outstanding touching writing SC...Hugs and Love, Peggy
|Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson
|What a twist in this..
Awesome story poem SC..
|Reviewed by stan nassano
|A sad write SC i was hoping for a happy ending.........nice write