“Something so bright it is, the yellow colour that is.” 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
“Let’s build a house of rocks!” Gun Roswell
Naturally occurring
A mastery of engineering
A rock formation of endurin
“Waiting for the coconut to fall?” Gun Roswell
Under the palm tree
Down by the sea
My sweetheart and I
Enjoying some tea
“It’s all about the journey, at least if you have good shoes!” Gun Roswell
With my trusted hiking boots
I’m on a trek to find my roots
All that is missing, is some juice
But no time to loose
Just follow the goose
Surely, he’ll the right path choose
Which will lead to the moose
Who will treat you to some mousse
“It’s a setting sun across the shadowy land” Gun Roswell
Laying on the soft sand
Staring into the horizon
Dreaming of a foreign land
Will I find something grand?
Is there a greater plan?
But, too lazy to leave this strand
So, at least I will get a tan
“An alien has landed and photo-bombed the image!” Gun Roswell
One small step for human
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
She said, with mirth
“It’s covered with snow.” Gun Roswell
Made out of snow
In one windy blow
The air cool and misty
Shiny white and crispy
Nature pearled
And transformed
Into winter world
“After lunch time, it was time to enjoy the warmth of the sun and cool off in the pool.” Gun Roswell
Swimming
All thoughts dimming
Relaxing
Nothing perplexing
Mind
Finally at rest
Unwind
Is the best
Turquoise
Filling the view
Disguise
All feelings of blue
“It’s all in the perspective of things, right?” Gun Roswell
Catching the winds of spring
Soaring high up, my song to sing
I am a pretty bird in flight
And I may not always choose right
But I am sure this direction
Is the one I need for completion
Of my getting up so high
Even so far as the crows fly
Despite being a miniature beaked thing
There is no rule saying I cannot sing
And thusly, I am up here
In the open wide stratosphere
Higher than any other bird ever
In your face, for being clever!
“Not all days are filled with sunshine, most are not” Gun Roswell
When it rains, it possibly pours
How to find a shelter outdoors?
Behold, a wonderful escape
In a shape of a cafe
By the beautiful Esplanade
Soon, sitting, coffee enjoying
Carefully watching
Life and passersby flowing
And the sunshine washing
The rainy clouds away
Rantings Of A Third Kind 