“Row row row a boat, gently down the moat” Gun Roswell
Boat Ahoy!
A boat from the times simple
May some good old memories kindle
On a day filled with sunlight
When nothing and none is uptight
Take a ride on the lake
With this ye old boat, no fake
Row a while, then maybe smile
On this day of summers so fine
It may be old a rickety
But try to use it skillfully
And to the wide side of the water’s deep
Then back again, it will have brought thee
“Row row row a boat, gently down the moat” Gun Roswell
Boat Ahoy!
A boat from the past
Maybe it wasn’t meant to last
But refurbished and recycled
Now serving under a different title
A pot, maybe, of sorts
For anything that grows
A new life for itself and those living in
A cycle on put in a new spin
Fill it with seeds of flowers
Then after the cold rain showers
They will finally fully bloom
And wash away all that grey gloom
“Lay under the blue sky on the cool sand” Gun Roswell
Blue Beach
Why don’t you, come on over,
To this place special, where
The Heavens meet the Earth
This, is the end, of the search
A place where, all that is lost, is found
A place where, the skies are the same as the ground
A place where, time stands still
A place where, there is only need for one skill
Enjoy the life that exist in the here and now
Of the time for freedom and being proud
Of the time for celebrating and singing
Of being what you are, as you come so far
Simply enjoy yourself, in the here and now
“All kinds of witches are about, usually all year long, but especially on Easter!” Gun Roswell
Easter Witches
Ye Old Witch
She is so old, her teeth are gold
She is almost blind and bold
But never the lesser one
Usually, having all the fun
When she smiles
There is no vile
The children she likes
Never ever strikes
Only candy will she eat
When she is riding on that broomy seat
Her charm is the grey cat
Which has become quite fat
Cheers and best wishes to all
Before the cauldron her again calls
And until next Easter
She will be off her keister
“All kinds of witches are about, usually all year long, but especially on Easter!” Gun Roswell
Easter Witches
Scottish Witch
Smelling of old whiskey and cigars
You can really spot her from a far
She is dressed in full red plaid
The only thing missing is a cat
But none too traditional a lady
All though character a tad shady
She is the belle of the ball
Well, for witches, at least
Where else could you call?
Dancing, singing, howling, drinking
The witch from the Highlands
Even on her hands will stand
And a whole bottle donning
Without even once blinking!
“All kinds of witches are about, usually all year long, but especially on Easter!” Gun Roswell
Easter Witches
The Three Witches
The three witches from some-wick
Never mind with
They ain’t winning no beauty contests
To that many can attest
But ugly can be an asset
Especially for the wickedness
Scaring folks and cattle
Just by showing up tattle
After all, this is a holy ball
For all the witch kind
And if you any of them find
Then try to stir to the right
As the witches always drive
On the left hand side
“All kinds of witches are about, usually all year long, but especially on Easter!” Gun Roswell
Easter Witches
Påsk Häxa
Traditional to the teeth
She will never ever sleep
The witch from Sweden
Is quiet the seasoned
Travelling on her broom
In the skies you see her vroom
Her lucky cat beside her
With a smile and a purr
Every night during Easter
She and her cat will feast
On chocolate and other treats
Left on the porches as bribes
For only her and her kind
If it would happen to be
That nothing edible she would see
Then bad luck and curses
Will follow those houses
All year long, aches and pains in their bones
”Cannot beat being by the water!” Gun Roswell
A Trip to the Lake
Sailing at Last!
Sails are hoisted, I feel elevated
Here at the helm, I am under a spell
Chanting sea songs, keeping me strong
I am finally going, to be a mermaid, no seamen after all!
Sailing, sailing,
Over the bountiful lake
Oh, for heaven’s sake
Keep the noise level at bay
As we are sailing
Across this calm lake!
Nothing but calm on the water surface
Direction unknown, but it will be known
When we reach there, where ever it may be
Time will tell, and then we will see
”Cannot beat being by the water!” Gun Roswell
A Trip to the Lake
Pick a Ride
Which ride to pick, is a dilemma indeed
There are so many boats as far as I can see
Small boats, big boats, oars, sails, I know I will fail
Unless something easy comes around
And then, I will make it off this sandy ground
Into the open seas, or lakeside, yes indeed!
When I have finally chosen the vessel
As I am boarding the boat, I am getting my chisel
Carving it to a stone tablet, this is really happening
I am going out to the water edge
As I so long ago to myself pledge
Now it is happening for real, and I am becoming one with the sea
”Cannot beat being by the water!” Gun Roswell
A Trip to the Lake
Which way is the Harbour?
Finding my way, but must to my dismay
I seem to be lost in the labyrinths of the coast
The tall buildings and narrow roads
Have confused my senses, and so
I am looking for a resident member
Of this community, hoping a lender
Of a helping hand to guide me
Through the maze ever surrounding
Finally, a friendly face
I am able to find in this place
Aiding me to navigate, towards the gate
I am finally out, and the harbor,
Well, it was just around, the corner!
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