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our colour of yellow

The lake was still sleeping
a light mist rose above,
a weathered dock could be seen,
its aged wood; full of memories.

The air crisp, breeze light,
trees majestic; watching all.
Squirrels  busy scampering,
as a flock of geese soared above.

Way over yonder
clear across the still lake,
shining brightly were yellow shutters,
on our cabin; our special place.

We had toiled the garden
planted yellow roses with great care,
we had painted the old wood shutters,
yellow paint; speckled our hair.

The roof  we re-shingled,
one painstaking nail at a time,
we even counted the ouches;
when our hammers got out of line.

With nothing but smiles
on our weary, aching bodies,
we held hands, and went running,
into the still of the lake; giggling.

We swam out to the dock,
it was a race; he won,
my hand he took laughing;
as he quickly scooped me up.

Our toes dangled playfully
sending ripples in the lake,
as we gazed at our cabin;
yellow shutters; fresh with paint.

The trees swayed slightly
as if nodding with approval,
for our cabin by the lake,
was our private sacred jewel.

As we cuddled together
warmth filled our souls,
for our bright yellow shutters,
symbolized, our love's blossoming growth.

It was on this very dock,
air crisp, breeze light,
when he gave me a yellow rose;
and asked me to be his wife.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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Date: 1/13/2018 11:50:00 PM
Hi Lynn, rereading the poems I fav'ed of yours (didn't realize I fav'ed so many, lol). Unless you post more, this one and "winter's afterglow" will remain my absolute favorites of yours. I hope the new year is bringing beauty to your corner of the world.
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Date: 4/17/2017 6:32:00 PM
gosh, LYnn, I just know I saw this before and yet my comment is not here. WHAT?? /did you have one similar to this one? Well, I comment NOW.This is really beautiful. Keep up with the poetry. You are a talent, Lynn! (seven)
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Date: 4/1/2017 3:52:00 PM
You merit full marks for this beautiful, romantic poem, Lynn. As always, imagery does your writing proud, while the allure of water stands out, as in many of your poems. Those yellow shutters give meaning to the overall content. Yellow is a sign of joy, optimism, creativity, and sunshine; no wonder one can feel your "love's blossoming growth"! #7 Regards // paul
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Date: 3/24/2017 4:25:00 PM
Your beautiful poetic story exalts how love can blossom in the joy of working together on a special project. This is romantic and beautifully written Lynn. 7 ; )
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Date: 3/26/2017 5:24:00 PM
...your lovely comments always have me smiling Connie :-) ..thank you very much for all your encouragement and wonderful friendship.:-) lynnxxx
Date: 3/21/2017 7:20:00 PM
Hi Lynn, a beautiful write once again from your pen. This is like a wonderful story poem, your words taking us into your tale so gentle and easy. I always enjoy reading others stories of love. When told as gently as this write i feel doubly honoured to read. The words just pull me into the heart of the story Lynn. This is a beautiful dream, This is a seven and a fave. Hugs....Mike. XX
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Date: 3/26/2017 5:27:00 PM
..I am the blessed one to have you read and write such beautiful, heartfelt comments Mike.:-) thank you so much :-) lynn xxx
Date: 3/12/2017 4:16:00 PM
A wonderful story and great memories, and told so well.
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Date: 9/7/2016 12:02:00 PM
Gorgeous write!! It has a wonderful story telling feel and could easily be written into a longer story. I really enjoyed this. The imagery is absolutely beautiful. Your use of the phrase, "Way over yonder," sets a tone that is colloquial, making it personal, and endearing, and "we even counted the ouches..." is an exceptional line, sweet and humorous. I don't compare my writing to others because I don't think it is that great, but this is easily as good or better than anything I have written.
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