“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: Poetry
Poetry of Everything
The planetary object
“It’s hanging up there, all shiny and bright, even at night in the summer times, just because” Gun Roswell
An imaginary object
Appeared to the skies
It was as high
As the crow flies
It was shining so brightly
There was no where to hide
All eyes open and wide
Staring, wondering
Some of us pondering
Was this the start of spring
One more day with snow?
“Sometimes, it really snows too much!” Gun Roswell
A few dark strings
In the white wind swing
A reminder
Of the nearing spring
Are these really the last days of snow?
“Sometimes, spring cannot come soon enough, the sun is out, and then, it snows again!” Gun Roswell
Lurking, hiding
Trying to fit in
The little lamp post
Who almost
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
Rantings Of A Third Kind 