On a wild ride

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“Take a ride on the wild side” Gun Roswell

A ride on the minimalistic size motorbike
Turned out to be quite the interesting hike
Hardly fitting my big fat ass on its seat
But got on it anyway, as I never admit defeat

My knees bent, almost to the hilt
I am sitting here, on this smallest of seats
With the wind and all them flies in my face
Yes, truly this is a memorable stage

Riding along the streets at noon
Certainly, to the onlookers, I am funny as a buffoon
Cannot say I am enjoying the scenery
As the most concentration is used to keep the bike steady

But like all good (or bad) experiences my ride has ended
And I am really so glad this time to have wasted
In learning a lesson of sizes and even gravity
And some people should just stay on this side of sanity

Odds with Ends

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“Gotta have the odds to reach the ends” Gun Roswell

Objet d’art
Or something smart
On the odds and ends
Our time we spend
Without our creature comforts
We might be up the rafters

Grey but no rain?

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“Bring me rain, so I can finally breathe” Gun Roswell

Bring me no shine no more
But lots of rain down on me pour
I need to breathe in the liquid
This sunshine is killing me quickly

I tried so hard to adjust
Because I was told I must
But in the scorching light
I feel my will lost the fight

I was happier in the darker dreary
Feeling everything near me
The shiny bright open wide
I cannot find a place to hide

Shadow almost gone now
Even the winds hotly blow
Only one place left to go
But I cannot reach the under growth

Please hear my plead o’ mighty Thor
Send down some rain and roar
Heal this bleeding sores
Before all that remains is deadly scorned

Time to build a summer cottage by the seashore

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The summer still continues, even if it is starting to fall, towards the winter season, simply, green all over, maybe a nature’s treason?” Gun Roswell

The tiny wooden made shack, by the seashore stands, sideways slacked
It’s really not much to look at, just a few odd planks together stacked
But for the one that built it, this little house, might just be, the perfect fit
A summer’s cottage, or a simple, almost a tent type thing, on the beach sits

Alas, the rough and unforgiving autumn winds soon will fall
Upon each and every single plane, even up, to this remote shore
If the tiny summer cottage will the beating of weather’s wrath survive 
Then come next spring, the dweller will have a place to return just fine

But, until that time, the sun will still shine
The clear blue waters and even the skies
Will be totally able to provide
The needed light and warmth to get by
Here in the tiny beach house, oh so divine

Green and the rain

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“Droplets on the leaves during spring rain” Gun Roswell

A picturesque scene
Setup 
Just for
Darker days and green

Enjoy the pretty things
When the rain drops
When the bird sings
When the bugs hop
Because the spring
Will come to a stop

Pretty in white and green

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“The flowers are popping up, must be spring?” Gun Roswell

Little white things
Sprung out with spring
Before the bell could ring
Never knowing
The joy they could bring

Red for spring

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“It’s official! Spring is beginning!” Gun Roswell

Tulips, gently swaying, in the warm spring sun
Their colour of the brightest red, indicating fun
Counting down from a multitude to one
Spring time is here: everyone has won!

Tree Tops Green

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“It’s spring time now!” Gun Roswell

Where blue and green meet
In a rhythmic windy beat
Where spring’s growth is incomplete
And the weather still in a loss of heat

Just take a seat
Admire the treat
The dance of the trees
In this seasonal breeze

Yellow Things

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“It’s yellow so it must be pretty” Gun Roswell

Great things
Always come in threes
Even if you sneeze
You will love these
Little yellow things
Brought by spring

Easter Time is upon!

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It’s that time of the spring, the seasonal pairing of the eggs and things!” Gun Roswell

After all the painted eggs and faces
The little witch nervously paces
Out into the wide world
She needs to fly like a bird

Because
For now
Easter time
Is just to follow!
And the witches’ brooms
Cannot be hollow!