“They usually turn up during this time of year” Gun Roswell
As those little white things
Sprung out with spring
So quickly
Before even the bell could ring
Never knowing
The joy they would bring
To us mere human observers
Living on a string
“Resilient is a word for those who keep on hanging on no matter what happens” Gun Roswell
They boarded the air
I told ’em, it wasn’t fair
But instead, of growing angrier
I grew, even more stronger
Even changed my colours
So now, here on this fence
I sit and out loud holler!
“It’s that time of year again, where the colours attack your senses, but in a good way” Gun Roswell
The time for new life
The time for so many colours
The time to be reborn again
Yup, Spring has Sprung
And it looks like lots of Fun!
“No matter the season, it would be treason, or something similar to not get out there in nature” Gun Roswell
Winter, Spring, Summer or Fall
Never a moment too bad for a stroll
Do not the weather use
As a poor, poor excuse
Unpack your wellingtons
Unhide your dancing shoes
Into to the wide world venture
Whether walking, running or dancing
Might even do a little prancing
Your life soon a great adventure
“The spring sun, came out for some fun and brought up, tall shadows” Gun Roswell
As the spring time approaches
It’s time to dim down the torches
The sun getting so high
Up in the bright blue sky
It is so unusual and unexpected
Almost as if everyone somehow neglected
Is the brightness and lightness of it all
Because ever since the time of fall
Darkness was all these creatures would know
But now, as the warmth and sunshine descends
Over the land, minds and souls start to reflect
All those happy thoughts one could do
When the nature and mankind alike
Start their journey out of the blue
Stepping into the now blinding light
Shedding their winter gear just out of spite
For, spring, followed by summer
Can never be, a total down letting bummer
“Sitting on the beach, dreaming of lands beyond the sea, new places and people to see… oh well, some day, out there I’ll find what I seek.” 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
“Sometimes, hiking can be fun, but when the going gets too rough, well, it’s time for a break!” 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
“There is plenty to do, in the shade on a warm day, sitting under the cooling tree, sipping, on some ice tea.” Gun Roswell
Under the palm tree
Down by the sea
My sweetheart and I
Are…
Enjoying some tea
“It’s historical, from a long time ago, the frozen fire, now feeling no dire.” Gun Roswell
Naturally occurring
A mastery of engineering
Courtesy of Mother Nature
A rock formation of enduring
“Can something be more brighter than the colour of the sun, the yellow, just for fun?” Gun Roswell
Green and yellow
Shouting out a hello
Juicy like a jello
The flower of spring
Joyously it will sing
And the colours forth bring
Rantings Of A Third Kind 