“Gotta have the odds to reach the ends” Gun Roswell
Objet d’art
Or something smart
On the odds and ends
Our time we spend
Without our creature comforts
We might be up the rafters
Odds with Ends
Category Archives: Daily Photo
Daily Snaps
Grey but no rain?
“Bring me rain, so I can finally breathe” Gun Roswell
Bring me no shine no more
But lots of rain down on me pour
I need to breathe in the liquid
This sunshine is killing me quickly
I tried so hard to adjust
Because I was told I must
But in the scorching light
I feel my will lost the fight
I was happier in the darker dreary
Feeling everything near me
The shiny bright open wide
I cannot find a place to hide
Shadow almost gone now
Even the winds hotly blow
Only one place left to go
But I cannot reach the under growth
Please hear my plead o’ mighty Thor
Send down some rain and roar
Heal this bleeding sores
Before all that remains is deadly scorned
Time to build a summer cottage by the seashore
The summer still continues, even if it is starting to fall, towards the winter season, simply, green all over, maybe a nature’s treason?” Gun Roswell
The tiny wooden made shack, by the seashore stands, sideways slacked
It’s really not much to look at, just a few odd planks together stacked
But for the one that built it, this little house, might just be, the perfect fit
A summer’s cottage, or a simple, almost a tent type thing, on the beach sits
Alas, the rough and unforgiving autumn winds soon will fall
Upon each and every single plane, even up, to this remote shore
If the tiny summer cottage will the beating of weather’s wrath survive
Then come next spring, the dweller will have a place to return just fine
But, until that time, the sun will still shine
The clear blue waters and even the skies
Will be totally able to provide
The needed light and warmth to get by
Here in the tiny beach house, oh so divine
Green and the rain
“Droplets on the leaves during spring rain” Gun Roswell
A picturesque scene
Setup
Just for
Darker days and green
Enjoy the pretty things
When the rain drops
When the bird sings
When the bugs hop
Because the spring
Will come to a stop
Pretty in white and green
“The flowers are popping up, must be spring?” Gun Roswell
Little white things
Sprung out with spring
Before the bell could ring
Never knowing
The joy they could bring
Red for spring
“It’s official! Spring is beginning!” Gun Roswell
Tulips, gently swaying, in the warm spring sun
Their colour of the brightest red, indicating fun
Counting down from a multitude to one
Spring time is here: everyone has won!
Tree Tops Green
“It’s spring time now!” Gun Roswell
Where blue and green meet
In a rhythmic windy beat
Where spring’s growth is incomplete
And the weather still in a loss of heat
Just take a seat
Admire the treat
The dance of the trees
In this seasonal breeze
Yellow Things
“It’s yellow so it must be pretty” Gun Roswell
Great things
Always come in threes
Even if you sneeze
You will love these
Little yellow things
Brought by spring
Eye, well, it does spy!
Back to the Future or already there?
“Movies? What are those? Sci-fi? Call it, Sci-Fa as in fact?” Gun Roswell
I was sitting in my time machine
Whistling this happy tune
Must have been quite a scene
With the bells, whistles and fumes
Setting the date into the dialer
The flux capacitor pulsating
Waiting patiently, I am the driver
Feeling the seat vibrating
The dashboard flashing
Soon I will be dashing
Through time and space
Into another time and place
Travelling in my vehicle
The outside cold as icicles
With the speed of light
In a tunnel quite bright
My destination dead ahead
The tunnel soon to shed
Feelings of anticipation
Of what destiny awaits me
In the next station
Rantings Of A Third Kind 
