“Spending a day, in the fresh open air, this is the life” Gun Roswell
Day on a Farm 4
“This, is the Finnish version of Tardis?
Has anyone seen the Doctor around then?”
“Dr who?”
Yes, Dr Who.”
The question was thrown in the air
Seemed likely and only too fair
After all, a phone booth, in the middle of a field
Who else did you really expect to see?
“Spending a day, in the fresh open air, this is the life” Gun Roswell
Day on a Farm 3
Great open wide, makes you just wanna smile
Looking at the endless waves of crops, which never seem to stop
Multiple in brand as in colour, and even their sense of odour
This is my stop for the day, and I may even wanna longer stay
Or just maybe, for good
“Better to be busy than to be busy worrying” Angela Lansbury
Fansbury!
Her big blue eyes and pouty lips
Taking a stance, with hand on her hips
Singing, dancing, humour and drama
Clapping our hands, shouting ‘brava’
The Dame, in the name, may have lead you to fame
And our fansburiens lives, have never be the same
Dame Angela, may thy name be written across the skies
We’ll stand down here, making high fives
“Spending a day, in the fresh open air, this is the life” Gun Roswell
Day on a Farm 2
Old school farm house, coloured in fire engine red
This sturdy large built thing, is definitely no ordinary shed
It was certainly built, at the time, way back when
The builders, most likely farm hands, sparing no labour then
Built to last, to here from her past
Even extensions on her, layer up one layer
It may not be a pigsty or a cowshed
But modernized for the here and now instead
Loving it just the same, and soon, it will get some fame
“Spending a day, in the fresh open air, this is the life” Gun Roswell
Day on a Farm 1
This, tiny car, took us so far
Into this place, we are now gaping at, our mouths ajar
It’s a beautiful and undisturbed place
Almost as if taken out of time and space
Luscious green are the fields
Filled with multiple crops which the earth shields
And we did not even have to click our heels
To get to this state of bliss
Only venture out here into the country side
Into this space oh so open wide
And now, we are able to feel, just oh so fine
“Gathering nectar from the flowers in the garden, quite smart” Gun Roswell
Harvest Bees
When the day begins
The garden alive, almost like spring
The birds in the trees sing
Their song, most likely, of the pending fall
As they sit and sing, in the trees tall
Sitting, in my solemn seat
Watching, the life on display, such a treat
With the smells and monotonous sounds
Everywhere, to be found
And then, comes, the annoying buzzing
As if someone started, really loud humming
Breaking, the calming routine of it all
Just as I, was thinking, the time had stalled
They are so loud, even if their bodies are quite small
They fly by, really, really fast
Like some kamikaze planes, from the past
And finally landing, onto the flowers pretty
Suckling in, all the nectar, really quickly
Clearly, the harvest time, for our winged friends
As their hive, on this precious food source, depend
Gathering it all ,with professional precision
Then bringing it back, for the queen’s decision
As to whom shall be rewarded, with the nectar of gods
That scene would indeed, be, an interesting thing, to blog
“Caturday filled with cats, can’t argue with that” Gun Roswell
The cat and the chair
A cat, just came out of its own lair
An now, he is sitting, on someone else’s chair
Owning, everything, some may say, is not fair
But try to tell the cat that, and he’ll give you a really good scare
The cat, is the master
It will make you go faster
Than you had ever thought
Just to go get him some froth
Dare, at him for long enough to stare
You’ll find out, your eyes will forgo a big dare
Just accept, the fact, that you’re his property
And no one, has to walk away, angry
“Happy Friday the 13th. Satan just texted me, saying, to watch my back…With one of those smirky emojis at the end.”
Friday, the 13th
The tale told below
Was it based on a true story?
Or just pure fiction?
That, my dear reader
Is for the writer to know
And for you to enjoy!
As I arrived in the office, the place seemed more quiet than usual. At least this early in the morning. Sitting in my seat, pondering, where everyone else were.
No emails, no calls
No contacts at all
Had I mistaken?
Or too early awoken?
Was this a wrong day?
A Saturday, a Sunday?
Thinking about it, the traffic had been oddly light.
Even though it had been early morning time.
After a few hours of waiting in solitude, people I had never seen, entered the room.
Talking in strange languages, sounding like a record been played back the wrong way.
I was observing them. They did not seem to notice me.
Passing me by
Wondering why
Seemed like a dream
So unreal did it seem
I tried to greet one of them. I kept repeating
Hello, hello, HELLO!
But unnoticed
Even by the closest
Visitor did I go
Getting irritated, I did no longer hesitate.
Jumped in front of the nearest stranger.
I did not feel I was in any danger.
Waved my arms and shouted.
Like a mad person undoubted
But nothing, no nothing stirred the strangers.
As if I wasn’t even there…
Maybe, just maybe
I had turned invisible
Or maybe,
It was all, just a dream
After all
It was Friday the 13th!
“I am not saying I am Wonder Woman I am just saying no one has ever seen me and Wonder Woman in the same room”
Super Woman
Let’s rebuild her to a
Bigger
Better
Faster
Stronger
Bolder
Better than she was before
Someone truly to be adored
A extraordinary superhuman
An absolute wonder woman
We have the technology
Never mind the theology
Using finest neurology
Without a doubt or apology
To be
Smarter
Taller
Chipper
Funnier
Longer…
“Oh, wait just a minute!”
“What’s wrong?”
“We don’t have enough power!”
“We don’t?”
“No, we used it all to juice up the last superwoman wannabe.”
“OK, patch her up then and send her on her way!”
“Next!”
“Stairs, like life, take you up, and down” Gun Roswell
Up an down
Sometimes going up, really fast, two steps at the time
Feeling so light and fine, face plastered with a smile
Other times, slumping down, hardly one step, with shaky legs
And a large, and topping that, a distorted, saggy frown
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