“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!
“The sounds of splashing water, reminds me, of summer, days spent by the seaside, watching the waves coming to shore“ Gun Roswell
Water around splashed, as the blurry projectile, into the cooling waves dashed
It wasn’t officially, the season for any kind of water games, but it was all the same
For the adventurous crusader of the elements, taking the plunge without hesitance
The others would just have to wait, the fire, the wind, even digging in the dirt
As the inviting liquid, no matter what state it was in, cold, hot, stormy or even
Tornado level tsunamis leaving, the ever venturing object of a body heaving
In anticipation of the varied feelings, when playing among those alluring components
Made by free, well, almost, by nature itself, a long time ago, so, even if exited
Just try to take it slow and enjoy, all the waves possibly caused, while diving in
There is no loose or even a win, just a moment of fun, while riding ever so high
On the tall waves of the splashing waters, frolicking around with the sea otters
And after all that needed to be done, for the fun, the adventurer will return, home
“The beach, is empty? What is going on?” Gun Roswell
Finding an empty sun bed
On this tine beach end
Did not seem so difficult today
What a pleasant surprise, I said
As I hauled my weary ass
Off from the green grass
Into the middle of the sandy beach
Choosing the best seat
Laying my fat tired head
On to the sunny side bed
Finally enjoying the peace and quiet
As long as anyone will me let
“There is nothing worse than getting the blues when on the beach, or is that really bad?” Gun Roswell
Blues skies, blue waters, blue mountains covered in blue haze, blue parasols for the shade and beach towels to lay on, with blue boats gently lulling on the blue waves. There is nothing else to be seen for miles on end, at the beach where the blue hues are the dominant colour of the day. But hey, it could be worse as singing the blues on a street corner because you could not access the calming blue waters, well, that is something to sing about. But for now, the only song to be sung, is the praise of this blue place of fun, where the only other colour found, is the beige sand laid out on the ground. The midst of the summer, nothing can be a total bummer, even if all this blue up and till the horizon where a blue moon at night will be rising, will be the cause of the blues with all of the views? Alas, it is all the good kind which will make you smile as you have totally caught, the beach blues.
Rantings Of A Third Kind 