“A throne is only a bench covered with velvet”
Napoleon Bonaparte
A Seat in Town
When out and about on the town
And getting all and everywhere around
There is only one thing
You really wish you had found
A neat kind of a seat
Simply for a while to relax on!
Alas, it cannot be too hard
And certainly too soft
But when you find the right spot
You know you can simply stop
Your wandering around
And stay there all day long!
“The good old rocking chair, will take you there, albeit slowly“ Gun Roswell
Rocking away in an old chair
The old and busted wooden chair, in the corner of the room glared. It wasn’t in the greatest of shapes, and most likely beyond repair. But it was a reminder of ages past, when useful things were built to last. And the memories of people already passed, seated in the respite for a while longer as the soothing rocking motion felt stronger, lulling away all the bad and sad of the day, before it was time to rest lay.
Deciding to try the very best, to rescue the poor rocking chair from its destination, of becoming kindling for the fire, as it was totally in need so dire. So, taking the chance and maybe in the process or reparation making it last, several more years and then creating, new memories while rocking away in its lulling haze during the evenings long, after all, it was supposed to be an heirloom of sorts.
A few weeks later, the end result of the saving process visible, only this time not in the corner, rather a better and visible place chosen for this breeze from the past, and certainly, looking much more bolder in its new coating. Certainly the worthwhile effort and a lasting joy for all of us wanting to rock in a chair even if going nowhere.
“There is always a seat when you need one” Gun Roswell
Shadows and seats
The warm sun shining in the blue skies and I find myself whining to the simple fact of too much heat and direct sunlight in my pale face. Trying very hard but there is simply no escape. But wait! What did I just spot in my peripheral vision but something most likely to be saving my over cooked bacon? A seat over there in the distant, and to be scarce, it’s residing in the only shadowy spot to be seen or found for miles on end. Could I really be that lucky and be the one, whom over there ion a few could run? Or is this simply a terrible joke, a mirage at the expense of my over heated delusional mind? Please please be kind and let me over there my way find and nothing more will I ever ask again. Well, not until the next time when I’m in trouble again, so talk then as now I need to get to my precious seat on the cool shadows and plenty of rest there spend until it’s time to say, when and get going again.
“Seated on a bench in the backyard, feeling quite smart as I’m not working my ass off on this fine day” Gun Roswell
A seat in the backyard
A relatively warm and lazy day, there ahead of me with much of that promised sunshine on display
Finding that perfectly placed and comfortable seat, but certainly not in any of the busy streets
Rather the best one of them all, right here in my own backyard where I had it just installed
Taking with my favourite book alongside some frizzy and cold drinks to the comfortable nook
I will be perfectly set for at least half of the day, even if the baddest weather would get in my way
You see I have this changing climate all figured out, as I got myself a nice sheltering parasol
To keep the heated sunny rays of the shining sol off me, but also any kind of rainy bouts out
So, on this Sunday, nothing will cause me upset or dismay., as I am as prepared as any old scout
And will take my leisure time without any kind of doubt, maybe even something reading out loud
Guess this will be the best kind of day, where reading is the task instead of over a hot oven to slay
“A seat on the shady side, after an exploratory day in the fun filled sun, is a nice find” Gun Roswell
A seat on the shady side of the sun
The weary traveler still pushes on, even if the day has been far too warm and way too long
Gotta go, gotta see, gotta feel, gotta do and that one final monument or explore the long lost mystery
But then at the brink of total exhaustion, when on the very last nerve the traveler is trying to hold on
In desperate need, of any kind of chair, bench or seat, one small respite to see, and at least for a minute to take a seat
Alas there are so many other seekers running on their empty feelers and so, the so far denied desperate measures
Finally kick in and with the last ounce of strength, running that final stretch to that one vacant bench
And luckily, it was on the shady side, of a solemn kind of a lonely street, just the place no one had yet seen
Except now, me, as I reach before yielding to total defeat, of the ever present heat all around, but a respite nevertheless I have found
So, it’s ok for a while, taking deep breaths while settling to the calm and now, it will be a long while before I will move again
“There is nothing to a Sunday day except to sit in a very comfy seat” Gun Roswell
A seat tucked away under the stairs
The Sunday arrived without much of a surprise
As it was after all, Saturdays inevitable demise
Still the one thing which is not that big of a surprise
Is the fact, that Sundays are spent without a disguise
All masks of efficient are torn off without much effort
As the lazy ass is sat on the specially selected seat
And that will be done without admitting defeat
After all, Sundays are for stalling all the time
Always and simple the one day that is totally fine
“The sun is shining, well, what did you expect, it’s Sunday after all“ Gun Roswell
Turn to the sunny side of the Seat
Heat radiating from the shiny ball up in the skies, putting on some long awaited smiles, onto those dwellers from the dark, who had been smart enough, to make their way, out from their homestead caves, following the light, shining so brightly. After the long, long time spent inside the cold and humid place, which seemed endless and without the grace of goodness on the side, not even one single blink of light, but now, it was that time of the year again, where all the fear of winters’ wrath, was in the past and the joy of spring and summer soon to follow, leaving none of the hollow. Their minds and bodies filled with a new sense of purpose, and the nature outside growing because of the sunlight filling the skies, would nourish the dwellers of dark for the next six months ahead. And there would be no rest, expect on the Sundays, where all of them could take a day off and simply take their seats, on the sunny side, of the flower filled hills.
“It’s a Sunday so I takes a seat, admitting defeat, as lazy be me” Gun Roswell
It’s not that comfy but it’s still a seat
Call me lazy, call me sleazy, sometimes even too sleepy. Call me what you must, but on this day of Sunday, nothing will get me moving from my perfect spot. As the title clearly states, today is the day of a Sunday seat, and whether it might be rickety and not so completely neat, this will be, that one respite for me. And you see, this is not out of being lazy or other wise hazy, well it might just be that too, but hey, after a hard weeks worth of work, I do not consider it be an action of a jerk, to simply want to sit down, and let the day, slowly and gently, pass by. And until that daunting day arrives, that of a Monday, this is all just fine, maybe with some wine too, or juice, what ever works for you.
“Take a load off, on the nearest bench, it’s seat Sunday, after all” Gun Roswell
A seat on a bench on Sunday afternoon
It’s close to the time, when the weather will be just fine and taking a dive to the great divine, nature, or maybe, just the close by neighbourhood, as you should, enjoy this time, when everything starts to sprout out and kids are chanting quite loud. Yes, it is the spring which has gotten us all so very wild and that is all really fine. So, go, get out there, take a stroll, even a short one will take the load off, from all the indoor activities, which in these days are the main things we tend to do. But not today, not on this finest of Sunday, where the sun is shining and birds are chirping and yes, some of it might be irking just a wee, but you see, nature, the outside, that will make you smile. So, put your Sunday shoes on and take the leap, out the front door and go, go explore!
“Seated in a hideout, in the calming shadows, away from the scorching sun. That is part of the holiday fun” Gun Roswell
A seat in a shadowy hideout
The day had been quite long with the sun shining pretty strong. Luckily, the weary traveler had found the perfect of spots to make a pit stop, a perfect one, to take some load off, the tired old feet while taking a comfy seat. It was the perfect hideaway, from the busy streets of the day, in a cool and calming shadowy place, planning there for a few moments to stay.
Without any kind of hurry on display, the traveler decided to have a moment for themselves. To enjoy a light meal, as hunger had made its feel. After all, strolling back and forth, was causing a lot of energy to be used so now, it was the best time some fuel for the body to consume.
After a somewhat lengthy break, seated in the shadows away from the sun, it was time again to get up and about, have a few more looks around and see what there was to be found. And then later on come back to this wonderful and relaxing place for some food and drinks, as this was the best one to think of to load off.
