“They are built to last, out of stone, from the past, carved with pride, for the durance of time“ Gun Roswell
They stand there, partly broken, but somewhat in tact, the materials used for building, had ensured they would last, so that now those of us historically inclined, can stand here and them admire, at least until such time, that they might expire, but the doubt it will happen in our lifetime, or even the next is very high, as most likely, these dwellings, made for living, commerce and even worship, will be there for the foreseeable future, even it them we would no longer nurture. But for now, there is no debate of that, rather the simple fact remains, that we, need them to preserve and make sure of so many more generations to come, this, our history, our legacy, will survive and then we can pat ourselves on the backs of a job well done, and stand there in awe to admire the end result. The beauty of the past, whether a painting, a statue or even a brick, is worth our attention, and so, we do go on admiring and making sure, there will be so much more under our watchful preservation.
“The colours are so cool, but then out of the blue, yellow strikes, yikes?” Gun Roswell
When the breeze hits the lower cools And most colours, start turning in to blue And then, you may just, detect A hint, of that wilder green effect All surroundings, soon, in a monochromatic state Calming, soothing, but maybe, even just a tad boring Then, out of nowhere, a splash of something fresh When a blotch, then another, suddenly, you detect It’s of the brightening sun’s effect That glorious yellow, a simple add-on But never, quite something, you soon will forget
“The birds are lucky in a way that they can take off, then fly real hight up into the air, leaving this planet or at least the ground far behind.” Gun Roswell
Flying through the air Without a single care A beauty with flare Innocence unaware
Flapping her wings While the wind sings Sky feels like spring A scene well worthy Of kings
“Something about the colour yellow, that makes you smile, it’s bright, it’s fun, it’s well, yellow! So wake up from that winter slumber and smell the yellow flowers!” Gun Roswell
“Take a little one step, two step, three step Then a little spin like this”
The spring is almost here Snow all but disappeared Dots of yellow sprinkled around Soon enough, multiple other colours Will fill the ground
“The sun is out! The sun is out! Yeah, perhaps the louder you shout, then those weather gods might just hear you and let the spring spring out, finally!” Gun Roswell
Against the smoothed rocks Is the water happily splashing High in the air go flying my crocks When I’m barefoot in the sand dashing
Close to the water’s edge I once again my allegiance pledge Wowing, this year my toe to dip Even if it means biting the lip
Come high hell or cold water Because it may never get hotter In the ocean I will swim Even if my eyesight will dim
After all, it is Spring Time! Or something of that kind! Nothing too cheerful, nor wile So get out there and smile!
“Something straight out of the Mars Rover image bank, something sent by NASA or just, the overflowing imagination of a blogger?” Gun Roswell
One small step for the human kind One forty-two size shoe on the ground
Is this just an illusion, Or something profound? Perhaps a mission to Mars? Or just a photographing farce?
Let your imagination run wild Who knows what adventures you will find! On planet Earth Or then Mars, She said, with mirth This is how the adventure starts!
“Sometimes it’s good to take some time to oneself and just be, sit under a tree and perhaps, even sip on some stout tea.” Gun Roswell
Under the tallest of palm trees Down by the roaring seas My dearest sweetheart and I Well, guess take our time But also, you see We’re totally enjoying some tea
“Something to be said about very bright colours, especially red – is it a warning, or did someone set the thing on fire? Maybe just take it as face value, see what it really is – a brightly red painted object, to be more precise!” Gun Roswell
“I see… red” Said the confused Ted As toward the ole shed Painted in very bright red He into quickly fled
Unfortunately A simle fence, Also, painted in the same red Made his very trek Quite short instead
“Life, death, life, things that nature, always come to mind, when sitting in absolute silence, by the seaside” Gun Roswell
Life is but a dream. Or so, it could quite easily seem. When seated at the soft and sandy beach. The calming blue waters gently flapping against the shores. Some would say the silence and the calm would be a bore. But for those of us waiting to simply ponder about all the wonders around. Well, noting could be farther from the truth so sound As both older people and some of the youth, need that special time, feeling fine. Simply, by sitting down and letting only the mind. Wander.
Rantings Of A Third Kind 