“It’s spring according to the calendar, but there’s ice on the road?” Gun Roswell
The signs of spring are finally returning
As the rays of sun in the early morning
Ignite the icy roads into slow thawing
Ice Defrosted?
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Blue vs Green
“Or is there a vs there, with the colours I mean?” Gun Roswell
Deepest of blue and luscious green
These are the colours of spring
Can you hear bell the ding?
It’s time for a singalong!
Well, let’s wait until Spring has come so long
The Beloved
“The sign says it all, taken off the wall” Gun Roswell
Mismatching socks and messy hair
Carefully watching, trying not to stare
Sitting in your favourite chair
Chewing on your meal without a care
My eyes fixed, I still feel the flare
Whom better with my life to share
Going on a walkabout
“Walking is good for us all.” Gun Roswell
Winter, Spring, Summer or Fall
Never a moment too bad for a stroll
Do not the weather use
As a poor, poor excuse
Unpack your wellingtons
Unhide your dancing shoes
Into to the wide world venture
Whether walking, running or dancing
Might even do a little prancing
Your life soon a great adventure
Can I cook or can’t I?
“Mommy Nature, truly can cook, and by that, I mean draw, with whatever down falls.” Gun Roswell
Mother Nature’s work of art
Colourful, simple and smart
Winter, Spring, Summer or Fall
Following the ancient protocol
It’s the colour of yellow
“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
Lava rocks
“Let’s build a house of rocks!” Gun Roswell
Naturally occurring
A mastery of engineering
A rock formation of endurin
Under the tall Palm Tree
“Waiting for the coconut to fall?” Gun Roswell
Under the palm tree
Down by the sea
My sweetheart and I
Enjoying some tea
Rough is the terrain
“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
Darkening horizon
“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
Rantings Of A Third Kind 