Directions I two

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“It’s all in the perspective of things” Gun Roswell

Directions 

Flying Up

Catching the winds of spring
Soaring high up, my song to sing
I am a pretty bird in flight
And I may not always choose right
But I am sure this direction
Is the one I need for completion
Of my getting up so high
Even so far as the crows fly
Despite being a miniature beaked thing
There is no rule saying I cannot sing
And thusly, I am up here
In the open wide stratosphere
Higher than any other bird ever
In your face, for being clever!

Directions I one

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“It’s all in the perspective of things” Gun Roswell

Directions 

Going Down?

On a direction, one way, towards, the subway
Deep down, below, under the ground, we now go
Stepping on the steep steps, off the railing never go let
Never can be too sure, what creatures lure
Behind the shadow, inside the dim lit tunnels
Running quickly, feeling a tad sickly
Then, on to the platform, every single one of us storm
A train approaching, no time for second guessing
Hopping on, hope being truly strong
That it was going to the right direction
But still the feeling of anticipation
Maybe, just maybe, I got really confused
And went into the absolutely wrong direction!

Peekaboo

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“Peekaboo, I see you!”

Peekaboo

From its current hiding
It comes out looking for something
But then suddenly backing
Never any answers giving or asking

Playing, toying, lurking
Peeking, checking, probing

You may try a tactic different today,
Then shout out:
“Hey, you there; why don’t you come out and play!?”

There is no way of knowing
Whether it’s coming or going
Whatever it has decided of doing
It is for sure, there will be a surprise

Laying low, until it’s time to blow
But for now, just taking it slow

And then: out of the blue:
“Peekaboo, I see you!”

Our Baab (RIP)

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“Baab has left the building”

Barbro “Baab” Roswall 1936-2019

Our Baab

She liked to dig in the garden
Even though the terrain was hardened
Taking care of her flowers
Because in them, were all the answers

Sometimes life gave her lemons too
But smirking she said, I will eat a few
The good days and the bad days
She still lived life in her own way

Tough around the edges
But a big heart inside
She had covered all the bases
And we followed her, as a guide

Baab:
You might not be the head gardener
In them gardens divine
But take care of them flowers
And you’ll do just fine!

Hoist the Sails I three

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“Time for summer winds and sails” Gun Roswell

Hoist the Sails

Close to the mountains

Close enough to the seashore
As I try to some mountains score
That is simply, because
I really want a picture perfect to adore

So now, here I am, browsing
The sea line slowly drowsing
Hoping for that best of scenes
In my view point to achieve

Maybe not today, maybe not to tomorrow
But I know that even if I have to borrow
An image from some other land
I will get my mountain view as here I stand (or sail)

Hoist the Sails I two

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“Time for summer winds and sails” Gun Roswell

Hoist the Sails

Alone at the seas

In the middle of nowhere
Nothing to see and nothing to guide her
The tiny vessel with a lonesome sail
You and her, looking mighty frail

Prayers and wishes are of no use
But turning back you totally refuse
Still running low on supplies and fuse
Wondering “what the hell am I to do?”

Then it gets darker, now that wasn’t smarter
Surely we are doomed, and it’s all ending too soon
Alas, a few dots of light, in the high skies
Suddenly appear, an all that shaking fear, will completely disappear

When steering by the northern star
The land can never be too far
And finding a safe harbor, not a huge labor
Any longer, and as closer you get, feeling of living another day, getting so much stronger

Hoist the Sails I one

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“Time for summer winds and sails” Gun Roswell

Hoist the Sails

Near the coast line

When a total newbie by the sea
And all you want to do is to just flee
Then turn your head towards the gleam
Of the sun shining prettier than ever seen
Close your eyes for a moment please
Now wish upon the glittering beams
Of the reflections on the surface
Fe the yearning, your insides burning
The open your eyes, don’t you feel just fine?
And completely ready to the demands of the ocean comply?
Then set sail, never being afraid
Towards the future as you let the seaside you nurture

Painted Sun

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“A water colour image or real life?” Gun Roswell

Painted Sun

As it rises and falls
It almost time stalls
A big bright fiery ball
Staring at it for too long
And you’ll too will call
Out in pain or more

But it’s so captivating
Looking at it stating
“How gorgeous, how fascinating!”
Why was I even waiting
To stand here watching
My mouth open wide gawking
At this scene so awesome, telling
Everyone should be paying
And all the artists painting
How can anyone look without fainting?
This nature’s wonder playing
There is nothing here faking
Only a star in the making

So, it rises and it sets
Never one day past lets
Always present in the sky
And each and every day i spy
The warming sphere
Never far but never too near

Shade

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“Ain’t nothing wrong with some shade” Gun Roswell

Shade

Ain’t nothing wrong in being shady
Ain’t nothing wrong in staying in the shade
Ain’t nothing wrong in letting the shade in
Ain’t’ nothing wrong admitting to shade

Being inside the grayish shade
Might make you feel all cool and great
But remember to follow the rules of the shade
As they might let you avoid of becoming a fool of a big grade

So.
If you are determined of being shady
If you are prepared for always laying in the shade
If you are living your life in the gray side
If you are always right with your shade
Just do it!

Dreaming (WWW)

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”I am always dreaming, of travelling, to other lands” Gun Roswell

WWW

Dreaming

Siting on the window sill, feeling, a strong will
Inside of me, to embark, on a journey, but still
I only keep dreaming, as life, seemingly
Will not give me even once an opportunity

To venture out there, where:
The skies are so much bluer
The people are completely fewer
The sun always shines
And the places are so fine

So, here I sit, on this same place
Where time and life in the same way stays
Never daring, only hoping, wishing and dreaming
That one day, just maybe, soon, I will dare
To venture, out there