“Stop, said the sign” Gun Roswell
The tragic came to a
Full stop when the light turned red
Finally safe crossing the street
“Stop, said the sign” Gun Roswell
The tragic came to a
Full stop when the light turned red
Finally safe crossing the street
“Snow fell, once again, it must be winter?” Gun Roswell
In the early morning hours
When in to the day adventuring
The air crisp and nature frozen
Of the wet snow during the night fallen
Trying hard not to sink in
As in the soft powder hard to stand
A pair of tire tracks to walk in
As the snow covers most of the land
Looking at the skies
For some star me to guide
The redness of it all
Makes me stare in awe
In the midst of toughest winter times
It really is hard for any green grass to find
But appreciating the beauty around me
As soon enough , summer winds will me besiege
“Smile despite the onions” Gun Roswell
A face with a smile
Appeared onto my bread made of rye
Eating it, getting so high
“Shopping old school” Gun Roswell
Handmade goods and knickknacks sold
Inside the old Market Hall in each
And every stall, bargains made
“Open the door please, I want in!” Gun Roswell
A weekend getaway for two
Stopped by a sign at the door
Closed for summer, go away!
“On the water, I am floating, until I sink?” Gun Roswell
On the water floating slowly
Bubbly, a little of salt for taste
Drink it if you’re thirsty
“Nature reflecting my state of mind, just please, be kind!” Gun Roswell
Blue, the colour of nature
Frozen in a moment, the eternal torment
What’s happening in my mind
“Living on the hill” Gun Roswell
Living on the highest floor
Of the building on the hill side
Looking over all, never falling
“Midday sun high up in the sky above us” Gun Roswell
Sun burning with full force
Searching for cooling shade, without any delay
Lucky me, nearby restaurant located
“If it’s good weather, eat outside (in snow)“ Gun Roswell
A table set for dinner
Great food and delicious drinks in abundance
Eating outside a must tonight