A monster of a tractor

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“It’s big, it’s red, it’s a monster of a machine!” Gun Roswell

A monster of a tractor

It may just be, the one and the only, technological epitome, of equipment for tiny me
The mighty and really large vehicle, a tractor, all over painted, with the shiniest of reds
And this, pretty red one, was going to be the one, driving little old me, all day, around
In the fields open and quite wide, and with this kid, of vessel, it would be difficult to hide
As the mere size of it, was a sight, but, also causing the narrow roads to totally shift
As trying hard, to navigate and avoid, if possible, hitting each and every hidden ditch
But soon enough, getting the hang of the mighty truck, and as it would be my best luck
I managed, to hang on and ride all the way, without too much of uncomfortable dismay
And finally reaching the fields of plenty, to start with my task of harvesting, well, gently
Because this was the one kind of a tractor, that would rise to the occasion, out factored
The cost of the gasoline and other kinds of upkeep, but hey, as it was doing the job so neat
Then what is a small amount of expenses, when the harvest, was done in a less than a week!

A farmers life for me?

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“There is nothing like life on a farm, expect maybe, a life on a paradise island” Gun Roswell

A farmers life for me?

The skies, are totally clear and blue, and the harvest ready, for a very good use
The big ass tractor, waiting, in the yard, ready, willing and able, for me to take charge
Hopping on it cheerfully, as I am, always and now dutifully, all the fine fruitful crops
Going to pick up, as, with my trusted steed, I will ride, into the wide, open field
Making my own way, and of course, the hay slay, as I am that one farmer chick
Who will this hard and often said, manly job lick, with a flick, of my very own wrist
I don’t care, if other people there, just stand and oddly stare, while I am proudly riding
My tractor quite big, doing my chores in a eyes wink, and then all of them charming
With my outgoing and smiling personality, as I am turning out, to be quite the celebrity
Of this small and secluded village, where mostly farmers earn their living off of the land
And, now, so do I, as I am getting high, of this life, of being a farmer, so very nice

High up on the Mountain Top

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“Trying to reach the top, might seem like an effort, but the reward awaiting there, no time to spare but to keep on going without a stop!“ Gun Roswell

High up on the Mountain Top

The top seemed, totally and utterly unreachable
As I was standing there, below, fearing, the inevitable
The climb, seemed so long, and time, was running out
Because I should have already been there, to shout

“I am on the top of the world! See me twirl!
Yes, I am that gurrrl, who got here in a wind of whirl!”

Alas, the previous efforts to haul myself up there and stay
Had been, hm, shall we say, unsuccessful, in the best of ways
I had tried, really hard, well, at least, some of the times
But in honest truth, and I cannot deny, that procrastination was high
And getting ever so high up there, close enough, to the stratosphere
Had somehow always fallen into a very low priority, on any of the lists
I had oh so carefully drafted for me, with tasks far from being a jest

So, the days went by, and despite of the promise to fly ever so high
The time was never, ever on my side, at least, that was what I told myself (yes, a lie)
But, finally, here I stand, with a rope thick, in my very own hands I host
Trying to make up for all the time so completely wasted and now, also lost
When figuring out all the excuses for not climbing towards the very top
Gazing, glaring, staring, at the scary looking, feet shaking, hand breaking
Yes, yes, I know, I know, that I am so many and too many excuses making
So, here I go, towards the reward, one, step, two step, at the time…

“Hey! Guess I will be fine, after all!
This mountain, doesn’t seem to be that tall!”

Help me up, wont you (Caturday)

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“The black cat, helping a striped cat, well now, that is true team work!” Gun Roswell

Help me up, wont you (Caturday)

There was something very interesting definitely there, on the window sill
As the two small size cats, kittens really, now on the floor, circled around, at will
Trying to get up, with still growing but short legs still, was quite the feat tough
And even trying to very hard to hop, hop, hop off of, the very flat ground
It seemed impossible to get up there, where something great was to be found
But neither of them succeeding, on their own, so what to do now, they frowned
Then a thought, came to the others mind, maybe working together was fine
Even if they both competed with each other for every single little thing in kind
But this time, maybe it was enough, if one of them reached on the very top
And then the other would know too, what it was so interesting up and out there
Which was intruding their very own domain, and threatening, just of the same
And then the smaller one pushed the bigger one, with a huff, on to the very ledge
Urging him to seek, search and then, to destroy, what ever it was disturbing their day
As the bigger cat got up, he turned back with a huff and a puff, as the only thing
Was a small spider, weaving its web while singing, and now already out of reach
For the small cat and his friend, whom, so eagerly had for big game tried to seek

“What a total bust!” The striped cat told the black cat, “Just a small spider, alas!”

“Yeah, all for nothing, that huffing and puffing!” The black cat told the striped cat. “But when we tell this story to the others, it was some kind of a big elephant or tiger, which we fought really hard against.” She then added.

“Agreed!” Said the striped cat, “And next time, I will let you be the one to go see.” He stated as the two of the strolled back to the litter, to tell a great story of two hunters, they were, slaying wild game without hesitance or even one flicker.

Gone fishing or sailing, that is the question, right?

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“Nothing like the cool and calming seas, in the early morning breeze“ Gun Roswell

Gone fishing or sailing, that is the question, right?

When that special kind of occasion sometimes happens to rise
Which makes you totally want to jump up and down, holler and add a big smile
You know what is going to happen once you hop on the bus
Taking you out there, where, there is never, any kind of rush
Where the open air and the calming of the blue seas, forever meet
Just an open road ahead, without any kind of lanes on the streets
The harbour soon visible, and all kinds of vessels are totally feasible
To take a tour around the small side of the world, into it hurled
With a small boat of fishing gear filled up to the hilt, no, it won’t tilt
Or a large luxury type of thing, with sails and all that jazz kinda prim
But what ever you choose, know that with that choice you will never lose
As the most important thing of this day, is to relax and just sway
In unison to those lulling and calming waves, in an uplifting way
So, take a hike, out there, in the open where, no one will stare
At the outfit, you simply overlooked, for this gig, was just that big
Gone fishing, gone sailing, it’s all just in your own kind of mindset
And if you have a spare day to spend, then maybe either sail to the worlds end
Or then, make a small fishing trip out there today, and for a big haul prey
Then the next day, you can take a load off, at that grand type of a yacht
What ever the game plan, don’t just on the pier there aimlessly stand!
But haul your butt to the nearest boat, and make yourself a good day out!

First Snow, has landed

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“It was inevitable, after all, certainly, this late in the fall, as it always, snows here, in the winter” Gun Roswell

First Snow, has landed

In the hours, of the very early morning, the window view, in front, gently opening
To a perfect scenery, not really seen, not at least, since the last remnants, of wintery
Feeling had disappeared, during the early months, at the start, of the new year

The first, of the winters snow, had finally, and, during the dark night, landed
All over the previously grey and totally dull ground, its large wings spread grandly
And into, a crisp, and ever so clean looking, fluffy white blanket, it softly covered

Watching now, from the warmth and comfortable cozy inside, it looked really nice
But knowing full well, it would be, really cold and freezing, with some slippery ice
Then, returning back to bed, and sleep past the day, seemed totally sound advice

Alas, the best option still to handle, the sudden, but not unexpected change in the weather
Was quite simple and that of staying put, sitting down by the window, in a warm sweater
Then, enjoy the gorgeous scenery, as courteously provided, in technicolor by Mother Nature

Another day, out there on the seaside, maybe, even sailing

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“The seaside beckons, each and every day, so getting going, even if I cannot for long stay” Gun Roswell

Another day, out there on the seaside, maybe, even sailing

When the internal clock, clearly indicates, it is that time, for all else, to stop
With all this on going hassle and utter buzz around me, of the daily kind of blocks
And then realising, what I really ought to be doing, and stop my cheeks chewing
I should be out there instead, by those inviting and always ever so enticing docks
And if possible, finding myself, a nice little dingy of a boat, that kind of sort
Then row, row, row myself, out towards there, to the mighty and open wide, unknown

As it happens, and I am all alone out there, in the coolest of blues stratosphere
What ever happens next, really do not give much of a care, as from now on from here
I just want to take my leave from it all, and at least, for a short while, disappear
Let myself some time to do absolutely nothing, but totally to the surround moment sink
Alas, do not fear, I will be back to annoy you all, before you can say with a swear:
“Now, why don’t ya, getta hell outa here, before this shit hits your hair!”

Another cup of coffee, please

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“There is always room, for one more cup, of coffee, no matter how full the tummy or what the hour of the day. Coffee.” Gun Roswell

Another cup of coffee, please

In the early morning hours, even before, the scheduled shover
Coffee, needed, in a large cup at that on the dot, and steaming hot

At lunch time, when feeling tired after a meal large, and not doing too fine
Coffee, please, double at that, only black, because I need to stay, alert stat

The afternoon, when the so called real coffee break is set, so fine
Alas, do not that let, to be a distraction of getting Coffee, any time

Pr-evning, the time between noon and evening, hauling my tired ass home
Ain’t nothin else, getting me off of this mess of a state, than, Coffee, a noun

Past dinner time, the relaxed set up, with family and friends to spend
A heavy duty plate of a meal consumed, and on the brew, you guessed it: Coffee!

Later, getting closer to night time, the tv babbling in corner, I am napping
But still, I would like to stay awake, for that movies sake, what else, but Coffee helps

Come night, and I should be sleeping relaxed and sound, getting unwound
Alas, I am wide awake, alert, nothing fake, and one thing comes to mind: Coffee
Yes, she’s got me hooked good, and hey, I know I really shouldn’t, but one cup won’t hurt?
So, one more cup of, Coffee!

A Mundane Monday kind of Weather

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“The weather is always at its worst, on Mondays, oh how I don’t like Mondays“ Gun Roswell

A Mundane Monday kind of Weather

The green of the soggy ground, soon another kind of cover found
As the soft white of the snow, today, made its early and neat bow
The Monday kind of grey, soon turned to a ride in an old school sleigh
With odd sounds filling the airs, in the form of some kind of cheers
This day of mundane, was turning out to be, a very special type of day
And maybe, just maybe, that is thanks, to the now growing banks
Of this cold and white powder of substance, all over and everywhere
But not saying this out of despair, even if it really, is not that rare
To have all that snow, all over the floors, at this time of year, so near
To the favourite of all seasons, and that being the most and only reason
Putting up, with all this huff and puff of the white, now making the outside
Picturesque, no less than it was a few moments ago, or even yesterday
When the whole world was covered, in total non fashion kind of grey
So, welcome oh dear snow, hope you will bring so much fun in tow
But remember to melt away, as soon, as the winter’s sun hits play!

Independence

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“It’s great to be independent, either for just my own sake or then, living in a country which is, just that” Gun Roswell

Independence

A good feeling, in the back of your very pocket to have
Making your own decisions, thinking for yourself, alas
That kind of position, does not really, come so easily
For yourself, you had to prove your parents most likely
That you could do it without much fighting, or then again
You may have had to push your way through ignorance
Pettiness and all that kind of jazz, to be at the very point
And that was smart, as for the country, which you live in
On this very fine day, those before you, had to prove their
Very worth, while dredging in the dirt, in arms and poor
Conditions no less, most of them refusing to ever confess
To those who would take away their freedom and even lives
Some of them dying in the process, without ever seeing
What they managed to achieve, but on this day we can leave
All doubts outside and when we step into the unknown wide
The in person thing we can never, be taken for granted
Is that one so simple sounding word, of independence