“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
Can I cook or can’t I?
Category Archives: Daily Stories
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
Earth and the Humanoid)
“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
White Winter World
“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
Blue is the water in the pool
“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
Statuesque
“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!
Rantings Of A Third Kind 