Daily Snaps
“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
“Soft sunny Sunday at the Sea” Gun Roswell
Harbour
Yellows on the rocks appeared suddenly
Bursting into bloom, despite the gloom
Weather gods throwing snow and ice
When all nature was supposed to be nice
But these tiny little yellow buggers
They seem like nothing them bothers
Sprouting out at will, none of them ill
Growing even stronger, day by day still
Even on this hard rocky place
Even if the rain pours and the clouds stay
The first flowers of spring
Will stay just there and swing
“Soft sunny Sunday at the Sea” Gun Roswell
Harbour
The ripples on the water’s surface
The wind getting more and more restless
Tiny drops of soft rain on my face
As outside for the first time I dare
Due to the signs of spring
I wanted to get out and sing
Dance and frolic, like a new born
I would have preferred nothing to have worn
As the warming weather, is finally letting
Me to shed down my winter coat
Maybe even dare to take out a boat
A row, row myself, across the moat
“Soft sunny Sunday at the Sea” Gun Roswell
Harbour
Sunshine on a cloudy day
Will leave you with a smiley face
A Sunday’s stroll to the seaside
Into nature now so open wide
Forgetting the winter’s pest
As spring time is at its best
Enjoying the sounds of nature
On this afternoon, with pleasure
So many faces basking in the sun
Animals and children playing, having fun
The best time of the year is here
Guess it is a good time as any to cheer!
“Surrounded by water, what could be better?” Gun Roswell
Archipelago
There in the distance
A small cottage glistens
An image on top of the cool waters surface
Is it a mirage or made on purpose?
Once you have crossed that bridge
Taken the jump over the ledge
You have finally arrived to a place
Where nothing move, and everything stays
Always the same, maybe a tad lame
For some, this is a challenge, a game
Of survival of the fittest
But some of us just enjoy, the balance
Silence, roar, sun, storm
Changes so mild, even if the nature is wild
Human, animal, all equal
And just maybe, there will be sequel
Rantings Of A Third Kind 