Sundays I four

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“Sundays, yes, those fun days” Gun Roswell

Sundays

Take a walk long outside 

Seaside, a long stride, up
The hill and down to the beach
Scenery to be seen, with

Just one scene, nature and
Man made structures, side by side
Hard to divide, growing together

Over the years, soon there
Is nothing to separate them, under cover
From prying eyes, but alas

I am here now and
I spy, before it all disappears in
To the background of nature

Sundays I three

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“Sundays, yes, those fun days” Gun Roswell

Sundays

Meeting people, strangers and friends 

When on the bus, or in
The streets, you’ll never know, who you’ll
Meet, it may not be

Those you seek, but strangers
Can you surprise you, if you them
Greet, a smile a word

Nothing unheard, just some chatter
And who knows, maybe you will end
Up with some new friends

Arches and entrance I five

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“Step into my parlor, through the arch way…” Gun Roswell

Arches and entrances 

Rainbows for all, please enter
Take a long stroll, under the lights
Under the arches, explore it

All, highs and lows, the
Building so tall, you can take a
Lift up or down, or

Choose to walk the stairs
Searching all the lairs, hidden to be
Found, and feel so proud

Sundays I two

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“Sundays, yes, those fun days” Gun Roswell

Sundays

Smell the roses, won’t you

When you walk out side
Pop into a garden, filled with the
Colours of nature, trees, flowers

Everything you can imagine just
For the visual pleasures of us all
Stroll around, see the marvels

Sit on the bench, inhale
All the fragrants, your nose could ever
Have imagined, feeling peaceful, watching

The butterflies, birds and bees
Busy at work, gathering their sustenance, but
Your task, is to relax

Arches and entrance I four

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“Step into my parlor, through the arch way…” Gun Roswell

Arches and entrances 

Protecting from the scorching sun
A pergola with shade, and maybe a
Cooling drink, in to a

Chair you can sink, do
Nothing think for a moment or more
It is time to explore

The surroundings at ta later
Point, after cooling down, for a while
Under the shady flowery arch

Sundays I one

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“Sundays, yes, those fun days” Gun Roswell

Sundays

Fine dining on a Sunday 

When the Sunday beckons, it
Is time to reckon, take a rest
Let someone else, put the

Plates on the table, server
The meals as you sit in peace
Letting the Sunday mood wash

All over your face, a
Smile no less, wasn’t too difficult to
Express, especially since the sun

Is shining so warm and
Bright, shades worn outside, but under the
Cooling shade, that’s just fine

Cat Lisa with Mona

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“The cat on the lap of the known lady, what is that about?” Gun Roswell

Cat Lisa with Mona

The cat was laying on
The lap of the lady quite known
Captured in an image painted

A long time ago, by
A renaissance man familiar to us all
How did we not notice

That darn cat before, sitting
Comfortably, smiling slightly, just like
The lady we all seen

Before, but as it is
There now, the cat with a tail
Will tell you new tales