“Under my umbrella, there is shadow” Gun Roswell
Under the umbrella
When the sun is high
In the afternoon sky
Skin starts to burn
And then it will hurt
Make a b-line
Where you can feel fine
Under the umbrella
Also called a parasol
Away from the light
Into the shadows
Where the cool window blows
Sip on a drink
Do not anything think
Just into the moment
Let yourself sink
Life can be great
Even under
The bright umbrella
“Up and down we go ” Gun Roswell
Up or Down
Going up or going down
Whether in a city or a town
Stairs leading every where
Just step on this manual fare
Up and down, all around
There is no beginning, no end
Just a lot of time to be spent
To these escalators, we are bound
It’s quite the long way up there, to wherever you’re going, climbing up that slippery rock face! And hey, just be careful when you finally reach the wanted point! It may not be what you excepted after all.” Gun Roswell
Up the Hill
Up the hill
Down the hill
Feel the wind chill
It’s a surreal thrill
Up, up, even higher
Like your ass, was on fire
Run, from the dire
Follow, your desire
Go all the way up
Then come down
Never mind the hiccup
Or the face frown
Up the hill
Get your fill
Before, the time
To stand still
“Sometimes dreams really can come true – the once utopia seen in the minds eye being fulfilled in reality?” Gun Roswell
Utopia
In a world of black and white
There is no wrong or right
There is no war nor strike
No conflict nor fight
The land is wast and pretty
No one says anything remotely shitty
There is no poverty nor pity
All is done up to the nitty gritty
Ah, my silly little utopia
How did I ever dream up ya?
“Take a boat, a ship or a large vessel, on a long vacation or just.a short trip across the pond… well, what more is there than to shout — ship ahoy! “ Gun Roswell
Vessels, Ships, Boats Ahoy!
A long trip, on an island to slip
In a good size sailing ship no less
Enjoying the time, to get there, long
Provided the weather gods stay gone
And let the sunshine and winds
Lead us, on our invisible wings
The short vacation to an unknown destination
The large commercial vessel, prepared for embarkation
All the comforts of a small village, inside this lustrous chillage
Of a thing, where you can eat, dance and sing
All day long, then all night going strong
In the old school discotheque, without much etiquette
When it’s time for your sleeves up to haul
Then taking a rowboat across the small moat
And don’t forgot to bring your warm coat
Because this time of year, the chills will be near
Then row, row, row, your little heart out
Until you are totally ready to shout:
Ship Ahoy!
“Watching the puffy clouds, quite the good past time “ Gun Roswell
Watching the clouds
The clouds painted the blue skies
With softness, fluffy as fresh made pies
The horizon now filled with all kinds
Of formations as far as imagination flies
A veritable smorgasbord of art I spy
Up there above me, so ever high
But, should I really hard to try
I know I could reach them all with at least a smile
Laying on the soft green grass
Letting the time slowly me pass
No worries of the future nor the past
As I am in no hurry to run anywhere fast
Because, the die had already been by someone else cast
With all this free time in world supposedly smart
I am solely concentrated, on watching only, the skies
“The night fall so blue, nothing else to do, except let the small boat gently glide back home” Gun Roswell
Water times three
Riverside
After the sun has set
A moment for yourself let
Think of the time spent
Before and after
Even break to laughter
It’s close to dark
If you make it smart
A while longer
And you may see the stars
“A slow boat on a grey day, sailing languidly across the small lake” Gun Roswell
Water times three
Lakeside
Take a boat
Out on the lake
Fishing optional
Gear provided
Maybe dive in
Row with the oars
Forget other chores
Time is free
A lot to see
Despite the rain
It’s cool and calm
Oh what charm
Water times three
“The beach beckons on a sunny day, just on the sand to lay” Gun Roswell
Seaside
Early morning
Sun not yet scorching
Sand white
Water clear
Tip a toe in
Maybe take a swim
Just relax
On your back
Life is a beach
A matter of fact
“Green lush forest around and clear waters surround, what else do you need to rest your tired feet?” Gun Roswell
Waters
Green
Is the creek
If this is
What you seek
Join us
In the silence
Up North
Where its quiet
Only birds
Make a sound
And not even
Too loud
Water is cool
The air will sooth
Breathe in and out
There is no doubt
This is the best
Forget the rest
Hammer
Your chest
You have arrived
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