On a balloon ride I fly (one)

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“Ever high up, in a soft huff and slow kind of a puff “ Gun Roswell

Rising high, above the clouds
An exceptional ride I’ve chosen no doubt
A big balloon, fuelled with hot air
Someone else might run away in scare

A hot air balloon, this transport it is called
For without the fire and air, the lift off would have stalled
A giant blob of a ball piercing the tall skies

And in a tiniest of baskets, the passengers are huddled together
Knowing, their life is hanging by very narrow tethers

It’s all cool an fun when you look from below
But rising over the rooftops and clouds above
The perspective changes into a worry of a fall
Soon enough, you’re starting to huff and puff

Looking for a landing spot
From where everything looks like a dot
Finally starting to descend
Thank the deities that, all ended well

By the seaside, open wide

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“By the seaside, near the ocean open wide, cannot help but smile” Gun Roswell

By the seaside, open wide

When the soaring sun beckons outside
It’s time to pack a rucksack and head into the open wide
To really enjoy what nature has to offer
Even if it is just a few hours to go for

So out and about, a smile on your face
Get out there and find your happy place
Whether be it the forest or the open seas
There is really no place rather to be

Than out there, somewhere, to be present
In the here and now, maybe even meeting with a cow
Spend the time with a friend
Because you’ll never know, when the time ends

Alphabets in poetry (eight)

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“An old school kind of a vessel, travelling on the rails no less, a tram they call it!” Gun Roswell


T is for the trams of the streets
Using electrical power to feed
Step onboard the old school transport
Into the past you’ll teleport
Travel around the city in style
Going slowly it may take a while
Observe the sights and people
When going home, tales you’ll have a handful

Alphabets in poetry (six)

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“Take a dive, into the cooling waters oh so very fine, the liquid surely to heal any ailments” Gun Roswell


P is for pool life so sublime
Sunshine and feeling just fine
Diving or laying, this is easy living
A holiday time spent chilling
When the sun hits high noon
It time to get wet in the blue cool
Swimming from end to end
Maybe, in the water, the rest of the spend

Alphabets in poetry (three)

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“Travel the wide world, wherever you may end up hurled, enjoy the life, the history, even the strife” Gun Roswell

A is for the Acropolis, the once metropolis
For the ancient profits and their students
Carved from stone and marble, considered a priceless jewel
After several millennia, the structure still standing
With thousands of people it’s internals flocking
Take a climb on a hot summer day, thousands of steps along the way
On top of the tallest mountain, you’ll find the precious fountain
It may not give you eternal youth, but it’s own unique truth

Airfields in cornfields

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“Flying off to foreign lands or simply hovering above familiar land, take yourself to the airfield in the middle of no where and take flight” Gun Roswell

Airfields in cornfields

While visiting the side of the country
Where the lush green remains for eternity
The fields filled with produce as far as the eyes can see
Isn’t this totally the lace for anyone for a weekend to flee

Peddling, rowing, running or just walking
When al the nature’s offerings gently stalking
But then something completely different comes to view
In the middle of the fields with a very light hue

Shimmering in the bright summer’s sunlight
Your mind immediately starts to fantasise and then takes flight
And soon enough your body can make that come true too
Because you have just stumbled upon a small airfield designed for two

Jump in and on board
This short flight you really can afford
As soaring above the countryside for a while
Will totally put you in awe with a great big smile

A quiet ride

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“On a horseback, on a road to nowhere” Gun Roswell

A quiet ride

Late night
A quiet ride
On a horseback
No destination set 
Laid back feeling
A moment steeling
Along the coast
Air cool with frost
The view stunning
The last rays fading
Soon it is dark
No sounds, 
Not even a bark
Steering my stead
Just that away
Straight ahead
Sand glistens
In the moon light
No one in sight
Which is fine
The whole world
Is mine
Moving along
This is the score
Just myself
And the horse
Life is good
All as it should

A little while later
Something stirs
It is me
Did I 
Imagine it
Waking up
All is a blur
It was only
A dream so vivid

Under the umbrella

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“Under my umbrella, there is shadow” Gun Roswell

Under the umbrella

When the sun is high
In the afternoon sky
Skin starts to burn
And then it will hurt
Make a b-line
Where you can feel fine
Under the umbrella
Also called a parasol
Away from the light
Into the shadows
Where the cool window blows
Sip on a drink
Do not anything think
Just into the moment
Let yourself sink
Life can be great
Even under 
The bright umbrella

Up or Down

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“Up and down we go ” Gun Roswell

Up or Down

Going up or going down
Whether in a city or a town
Stairs leading every where
Just step on this manual fare

Up and down, all around
There is no beginning, no end
Just a lot of time to be spent
To these escalators, we are bound

 Up the Hill

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It’s quite the long way up there, to wherever you’re going, climbing up that slippery rock face! And hey, just be careful when you finally reach the wanted point! It may not be what you excepted after all.” Gun Roswell
 
 Up the Hill

Up the hill
Down the hill
Feel the wind chill
It’s a surreal thrill

Up, up, even higher
Like your ass, was on fire
Run, from the dire
Follow, your desire

Go all the way up
Then come down
Never mind the hiccup
Or the face frown

Up the hill
Get your fill
Before, the time
To stand still