This Old Gazebo Poem

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In the backyard stands an old gazebo,
Its weathered wood showing signs of woe.
But still it stands, a steadfast shrine,
To memories of days gone by.
In summertime, its shade is sought,
For lazy afternoons that can't be bought.
With lemonade in hand, we sit and chat,
And watch the world go by, just like that.
Come autumn, leaves fall all around,
And the gazebo becomes a spot to be found,
For cozy moments with hot cocoa,
And stories of the year that's been so-so.
When winter's snow blankets the ground,
The gazebo seems to sleep, without a sound,
But in spring, it wakes up once more,
As new life blooms and the world restores.
So here's to the old gazebo we love,
A place of peace and memories thereof,
May it stand strong for years to come,
A shelter from the storms that may come.