Easter Witches 2

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“All kinds of witches are about, usually all year long, but especially on Easter!” Gun Roswell

Easter Witches 

The Three Witches

The three witches from some-wick
Never mind with
They ain’t winning no beauty contests
To that many can attest

But ugly can be an asset
Especially for the wickedness
Scaring folks and cattle
Just by showing up tattle

After all, this is a holy ball
For all the witch kind
And if you any of them find
Then try to stir to the right
As the witches always drive
On the left hand side

Easter Witches 1

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“All kinds of witches are about, usually all year long, but especially on Easter!” Gun Roswell

Easter Witches 

Påsk Häxa

Traditional to the teeth
She will never ever sleep
The witch from Sweden
Is quiet the seasoned

Travelling on her broom
In the skies you see her vroom
Her lucky cat beside her
With a smile and a purr

Every night during Easter
She and her cat will feast
On chocolate and other treats
Left on the porches as bribes
For only her and her kind

If it would happen to be
That nothing edible she would see
Then bad luck and curses
Will follow those houses
All year long, aches and pains in their bones

A Trip to the Lake 4

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”Cannot beat being by the water!” Gun Roswell

A Trip to the Lake

Sailing at Last!

Sails are hoisted, I feel elevated
Here at the helm, I am under a spell
Chanting sea songs, keeping me strong
I am finally going, to be a mermaid, no seamen after all!

Sailing, sailing,
Over the bountiful lake
Oh, for heaven’s sake
Keep the noise level at bay
As we are sailing
Across this calm lake!

Nothing but calm on the water surface
Direction unknown, but it will be known
When we reach there, where ever it may be
Time will tell, and then we will see

A Trip to the Lake 3

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”Cannot beat being by the water!” Gun Roswell

A Trip to the Lake

Pick a Ride

Which ride to pick, is a dilemma indeed
There are so many boats as far as I can see
Small boats, big boats, oars, sails, I know I will fail
Unless something easy comes around
And then, I will make it off this sandy ground
Into the open seas, or lakeside, yes indeed!

When I have finally chosen the vessel
As I am boarding the boat, I am getting my chisel
Carving it to a stone tablet, this is really happening
I am going out to the water edge
As I so long ago to myself pledge
Now it is happening for real, and I am becoming one with the sea

A Trip to the Lake 2

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”Cannot beat being by the water!” Gun Roswell

A Trip to the Lake

Which way is the Harbour?

Finding my way, but must to my dismay
I seem to be lost in the labyrinths of the coast
The tall buildings and narrow roads
Have confused my senses, and so

I am looking for a resident member
Of this community, hoping a lender
Of a helping hand to guide me
Through the maze ever surrounding

Finally, a friendly face
I am able to find in this place
Aiding me to navigate, towards the gate
I am finally out, and the harbor,
Well, it was just around, the corner!

A Trip to the Lake 1

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”Cannot beat being by the water!” Gun Roswell

A Trip to the Lake

Defying the Weather

Trying so very hard to ignore
What the weather gods have in store
Looking through the window shield
As the dark clouds arise from the field

Driving ever faster, beating the storms on this trip
The road getting plastered, as the rainy drops drip
The goal is just around the horizon, but cannot stop the rising
Of the darkening skies, no matter how hard I try

The petal is on the metal, the tires are a screeching
But yes, I am my destination reaching
Despite being drenched, from the waters around the bend
But never mind the weather, as I am here, in this place special

Harbour 3

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“Soft sunny Sunday at the Sea” Gun Roswell

Harbour

Yellows on the rocks appeared suddenly
Bursting into bloom, despite the gloom
Weather gods throwing snow and ice
When all nature was supposed to be nice

But these tiny little yellow buggers
They seem like nothing them bothers
Sprouting out at will, none of them ill
Growing even stronger, day by day still

Even on this hard rocky place
Even if the rain pours and the clouds stay
The first flowers of spring
Will stay just there and swing

Harbour 2

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“Soft sunny Sunday at the Sea” Gun Roswell

Harbour

The ripples on the water’s surface
The wind getting more and more restless
Tiny drops of soft rain on my face
As outside for the first time I dare

Due to the signs of spring
I wanted to get out and sing
Dance and frolic, like a new born
I would have preferred nothing to have worn

As the warming weather, is finally letting
Me to shed down my winter coat
Maybe even dare to take out a boat
A row, row myself, across the moat

Harbour 1

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“Soft sunny Sunday at the Sea” Gun Roswell

Harbour 

Sunshine on a cloudy day
Will leave you with a smiley face
A Sunday’s stroll to the seaside
Into nature now so open wide

Forgetting the winter’s pest
As spring time is at its best
Enjoying the sounds of nature
On this afternoon, with pleasure

So many faces basking in the sun
Animals and children playing, having fun
The best time of the year is here
Guess it is a good time as any to cheer!

Archipelago 3

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“Surrounded by water, what could be better?” Gun Roswell

Archipelago

There in the distance
A small cottage glistens
An image on top of the cool waters surface
Is it a mirage or made on purpose?

Once you have crossed that bridge
Taken the jump over the ledge
You have finally arrived to a place
Where nothing move, and everything stays

Always the same, maybe a tad lame
For some, this is a challenge, a game
Of survival of the fittest
But some of us just enjoy, the balance

Silence, roar, sun, storm
Changes so mild, even if the nature is wild
Human, animal, all equal
And just maybe, there will be sequel