“Is this the end of a vacay? nope, but soon there will be more of the same!” Gun Roswell
Soft, fluffy, made by nature
Concrete, metal, made by creatures
Coming together in an image
A compilation quite vivid
“A game of mini-golf? Well, why not?” Gun Roswell
Summer fun in the near by shopping centre
Bring your mom, dad and even the family spectre
Walk, hike or drive your car
It’s really not that very far
But heed this warning who ever you are:
Once the place of madness you enter
You may end up on a shopping bender
Give away your money and shirt
And later, with a big bill of hurt!
“You gotta try out the museums, plenty of them around the hood!” Gun Roswell
Visiting, a local library or museum
Even, if it’s not so usual for this season
Someone, may call it treason
Retorting, ‘stay outdoors you silly beeson’
But live and learn your history
Other wise you may not have a story!
“You go, check out what’s all around you, close to the home you normally dwell in!” Gun Roswell
It is the time, for playing games
It is the time, for naming names
It is the time, to lay our claims
It is the time, which after nothing remains
Ever the same
This is the summer’s game
“Staying home for a vacation? What a novelty?!?” Gum Roswell
Summer days in suburbia
Might end up in utter hysteria
With neighbours, staring at you
Simply, because there is nothing to do
“The sun is hiding, behind the clouds, like a soft shroud, shading those below” Gun Roswell
Sunshine, with a few fluffy clouds passing by
Sitting under a tree, letting out a sigh
Down the valley, up the mountains
The shadows are bouncing
The guardians of the palace
Keeping an eye on the chalice
A lazy gaze cast over the passer by
Stern look warning “don’t you even try”
Time is almost standing still
Nothing to do but chill
Another lazy day soon ending
To the evening light blending
Vacation time
The best of times
“The destination really isn’t as important as what happens on the journey to get there, the anticipation of what awaits ahead, the ever changing vistas and methods of travel, the people met along the way… It’s all part of the whole.” Gun Roswell
Flying across the skies
Waiting for the price
At the end of the station
A promised vacation
The journey taken
Was not a long one
Each morning awoken
To the rays of the sun
Surrounded by history
Shrouded in mystery
Time spent on the beach
Bliss at hands’ reach
Enjoying each day
Life a large buffet
Rantings Of A Third Kind 
