The seat in the shade

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“Take a load off, when ever you can, just mind the place, it really should be in the shade” Gun Roswell

The midday, right in the middle, of the month of May
It might even be June or July, alas, the month is not the why
But rather, the shining of the sun and the glaring of the sea
And where, in the scorching heat, is safest to flee
Is it diving, into the water or maybe hiding, under a tree?
Or take cover in the cooling air-conditioned shop you see?
But what if you need to buy something
Even a the smallest thing, but forgot to bring
Your purse or any kind of method of payment?
Then no, you cannot enter the establishment
Because the option of loitering means banishment

Then, out there, in the far corner of the eye
There is something so familiar, your eyes spy
The contours of some kind of a furniture
No!, Could it? Is it? And right there, in the shade?
No, it simply cannot be true, what I see
A bench, a solemn respite, in the shadows, under a tree
I run as humanly possible in this heat
And as I reach it, i can clearly see it
Yes, it is the one simple saviour I have search
In this hour of afternoon sweat and cursed
But now, I simply forget it everything else
As I slump down on this heavenly seat
And boy, am I beat! I think, I might get some sleep!

The Lady Bug

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“Gorgeous little critters aren’t they, all dressed in the most fanciest of reds, with dots on them!” Gun Roswell

In the middle of summer,, all kinds of loud hummers will fly you by
But the one most likely candidate which will surely make you smile
Is the one born in the bright red colour and a dozen dots on its back
And that simple fact, makes this tiny bug, one of the most prettiest
It’s not just out of a jest, that this red one wins the buggy contest
Simply look at it, the perfection of its armoury, as it looks quite adoring
A true winner of miss nature, being one of the prettiest of bug creatures
So, giving the kudos and crown toggle one whom one the great title
Even if it was simply sitting pretty, posing for the camera set on idle
So, do salute the red clad lady bug, whenever you might her closely pass
Sitting pretty on a flower or a long lush green leaf for the duration of summer
And do hurry, as this pretty thing, can only be seen during the long months
Of warmth and fun, May, June, July and August, maybe even longer
Depending whether the weather might remain mildly warmer in the fall

By the sunniest of seashores

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“The summer is the best time to get to the beach and enjoy the sunshine with the calming waves, nature and all that!” Gun Roswell

I still remember
That one September
The bluest of skies
And it was warmer than July
The water clear and inviting
The air soft and delighting
Not a worry in sight
Everything quite right
In the distance
For an instance
A boat or two
Disappearing from the view
Most tourists already gone
Leaving us alone
Enjoying in peace
With a short lease
The last rays of summer

Spend a day in nature

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“Something about nature, so calming and gorgeous, you never want to go back inside again?” Gun Roswell

Sitting on a swing
Not worrying about a thing
Enjoying the simple life
Without a stinger or a strife
The air almost like silk
Time slowly passing by
Not one trouble in sight

Observing, watching, looking
What is nearby cooking

The hedgehog sipping it’s milk
The squirrel with it’s tail high
A bird gliding in mid flight
The flowers in the wind crooking

The clouds hanging softly in the sky
Exhaling, letting out a sigh
The last rays of sun on the skin
What a perfect fin
For a July summer’s day
The grass in a gentle sway

July picnic?

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“Load a basket full of goodies, make sure to include a hoodie, as July weather can be quite unpredictable, then get out and choose the perfect spot, have one of them, picnics they all talk so much about!” Gun Roswell

Going on a picnic
Come snow, hail or shine
After all, it is still July
Hoping not to get sick
Sitting on the beach
Shivering with cold
The warmth at arms reach
It’s summer I was told
Not time for mission abort
Should not have worn shorts
The rain soon falls
Drops like thick walls
Clothes getting wetter
Running to shelter
Looking for a hide
Getting inside
Cold and wet
And unfed
Cursing and swearing
Of this life unfairing
Looking outside again
Hoping no more rain
What the f…k?
The sun is back up!

Sweet Red Cherries 

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“They are ready for the picking, those red, juicy and delicious berries as provided by mother nature. Eat them before the crows do!” Gun Roswell

Juicy and sweet
Quite the treat
When on the beat
In the summer’s heat
And well worth
The tweet

Sparkly as done by nature

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“It’s called, water. Something which can be bottled, but when it falls down from the skies, it’s just there for anyone’s taking. To use, to drink, to be put in a sink… there are simply endless possibilities on how to use it! And it’s all, free!!!” Gun Roswell

Sparkling tiny drops
Onto the leaf they popped

“Delivery here!
From the near by shop!
Your order as per requested,
Some freshly made rain drops”

Strawberries are red!?

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“They’re red, they’re delicious, just grab one and taste it!” Gun Roswell

In summertime,
In July
Something easy,
For both tummy
And the eye

Delicious
Nutricious
Precious

Sun kissed
Wouldn’t miss

Eat them
While you can
Soon, the season is over
And it will be October
When you’ll be eating
Canned spam!

Just another foggy day in July

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“The weather gods don’t seem too pleased with us?” Gun Roswell


If you expected sunshine,
Sitting on a terrace
With a cool glass of wine
And feeling, just fine

Then,
I hate to disappoint
Dearie,
But it seems,
The odds
Are heavily
Against you

The weather gods
Decided their jobs
Was to make you sob

Like the true sociopaths
Bringing on their wrath
Even if you did not need a bath

But soaking wet
Soon you’ll be
If you think
The game is set
Maybe
It is time to flee

Or then

Just forget,
The bummer
After all
It is summer
And just
Another day
In July

Triptych of the outdoors

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“There are always three of them, aren’t there!” Gun Roswell

Not saving any ink
Painted all in pink
The houses stand tall
Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall
In the harbour
From port to starboard
Yes, it’s a fort
Having stood there for a time very long