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Sundays I five
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“Sundays, yes, those fun days” Gun Roswell
Sundays
End the day with coffee
Take off your shades and
On to the table them place, the
Cup of coffee to enjoy
Watching people passing by, some
Of the sigh, some even smile, but
For me today is a
Day of rest, a day
Of peace, a sunny day at that
It is Sunday at last
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
Posted in Haiku/Caturday
“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
Arches and entrance I three
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“Step into my parlor, through the arch way…” Gun Roswell
Arches and entrances
Mysterious and inviting for an
Adventure awaiting at the top of the
Stairs or maybe walk down
And find another door way
But please, just try, as it is
Human nature, to explore the
Great unknown, no matter what
Awaits on the other side, that is
The part which is fine
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