There’s a quaint little road not too far from me
Where the sign by a hedge reads “Love Lane”.
People travel for miles and miles to see
The street with that enchanting name.
The houses all look like fairy-tale homes
As psychedelic butterflies flutter by.
Statues of toadstools, angels and gnomes
Make passersby grin and contentedly sigh.
There’s never a cloud-filled sky o’er Love Lane
And the flower gardens bloom all year long.
A gentle breeze spins the old weather-vane
While a cardinal whistles his song.
At the end of the street is a sweet little church
Which has seen brides and grooms come and go.
A duo of lovebirds comfortably nests on their perch
Cooing greetings to all those below.
Alongside the church is a babbling brook
Where ducklings are happily splashing.
A couple cuddles close with their poetry book
While their children are playing and laughing.
Love Lane can fill every heart with great joy
Like it’s Christmas or Valentine’s Day.
Sweet as a crush for a young girl and boy;
It’s just puppy love, or so people say.
Can a place like Love Lane really be true
Where peace, joy and harmony reign?
Is it possible to never feel lonely or blue;
To not suffer heartache or pain?
Someday as I walk down that storybook street
I’ll happen upon the true love of my life.
All the luckiest spouses on Love Lane do meet
And my lover will make me the happiest wife.
NAR © 2023
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What a lovely poem on love lane! I appreciate the imagery. Well penned, Nancy!
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I’m glad you thought so. Thanks, KK!
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What a lovely lane!
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That’s where I found my Bill! 💕
Thanks for your gracious comment, Keith.
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Loving this gentle imagery that evokes such quaint imagery that reminds me of the English countryside and my obsession with charming old homes! ❤
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That’s exactly what I was thinking of when I wrote this, Layla. I’m glad you felt it, too! 🏡
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I think that is what I’m thinking about when I make a fairy garden.
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Oh, I hope so, D! What a lovely thought. I’d love to see your fairy gardens! 🧚♀️
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I’m making a new one this year!
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Ooh, nice! Post pix!
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I will. I’m actually taking a pottery course to make my own house, designed by the little whispers from the fairies here. My old fairy garden has to stay at my old house; they don’t like to move.
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I once ate some saltwater taffy that was only slightly sweeter than this.
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That must have been some damn good taffy if it’s still on your mind! Thanks, Misky; love your comment!
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I don’t eat it very often, so it’s memorable.
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Sweet 😊
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A beautiful poem Nancy.
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Thanks so much, Sadje! One of my few poems.
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You’re most welcome
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