“The gifts of summer, flowers all over hover” Gun Roswell
Flowery
Bells
Bells of garden keep on ringing
The prophesy of summer fulfilling
The lilac coloured creatures
Will be the best of the features
Of the small patch of colour complete
In the midst of a city concrete
Onlookers passing by
Soon they too will smile
Singing along to the sound
Of the bells ringing near the ground
What a pretty place to see
In a other wise grey sea
“The gifts of summer, flowers all over hover” Gun Roswell
Flowery
Purple
Spread wide open to the sun’s rays
The purple belle sure has it ways
To lure in all the power it needs
And when night falls, it feeds
Pretties of all the flowers in the garden
It’s petals soft but inside quite hardened
You may look at it but do not touch
The belle does not care for others much
Each years she comes out at summer
Several weeks it lasts in full flower
But then the belle also must hide
For another winters smite to survive
“The gifts of summer, flowers all over hover” Gun Roswell
Flowery
Pink
A pink peony in the rose garden
Tried to impose, sneak in, hide it’s true nature
But the others were much smarter
Imposing the impostor, right from the get go
They shunned, pricked, ridiculed, turn their backs
For trying everything and anything there really was no lack
The roses were adamant to chase the peony away
Never in a million years, would it be able to stay!
But a million years and more passed
And still the pink peony has lasted
Growing tall and strong and pink
In the garden, full of roses, in sync!
“Let’s get back to the basics” Gun Roswell
Elements
Cool turquoise waters under the scorching sun
The air as clear as blue, with a touch of fluff of white fun
The rocks and sand, together combine a mass of land
A touch of green, the grass purest you’ve ever seen
The smallest of atoms, forming some atolls
The colours blooming vivid, in the flowery livid
Sooner or later, masses start to form, into a uniform
Of sorts, for more solid beings, animals and humans, living
Until the palette is complete, then only, take a seat
And enjoy the tableau of it all, elements, creatures great and small
For without these elements, this place would be none
And soon enough, we would also loose, all the fun
“Frozen in time” Gun Roswell
Frozen One
Solid like a rock, frozen from bottom to top
Icy, cannot slice it, no matter which way you dice it
Petrified for ever, a work of art quite clever
Made in Winter, by Mother Nature, a new creature, of its kind
Decorating the snowy white field
With its transparent cold shield
Nothing can defeat it, beat it
It will remain there until the very end…
… after the rest of us are already spent
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“Sundays, yes, those fun days” Gun Roswell
Sundays
Take a walk long outside
Seaside, a long stride, up
The hill and down to the beach
Scenery to be seen, with
Just one scene, nature and
Man made structures, side by side
Hard to divide, growing together
Over the years, soon there
Is nothing to separate them, under cover
From prying eyes, but alas
I am here now and
I spy, before it all disappears in
To the background of nature
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“Sundays, yes, those fun days” Gun Roswell
Sundays
Meeting people, strangers and friends
When on the bus, or in
The streets, you’ll never know, who you’ll
Meet, it may not be
Those you seek, but strangers
Can you surprise you, if you them
Greet, a smile a word
Nothing unheard, just some chatter
And who knows, maybe you will end
Up with some new friends
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“Sundays, yes, those fun days” Gun Roswell
Sundays
Smell the roses, won’t you
When you walk out side
Pop into a garden, filled with the
Colours of nature, trees, flowers
Everything you can imagine just
For the visual pleasures of us all
Stroll around, see the marvels
Sit on the bench, inhale
All the fragrants, your nose could ever
Have imagined, feeling peaceful, watching
The butterflies, birds and bees
Busy at work, gathering their sustenance, but
Your task, is to relax
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“Sundays, yes, those fun days” Gun Roswell
Sundays
Fine dining on a Sunday
When the Sunday beckons, it
Is time to reckon, take a rest
Let someone else, put the
Plates on the table, server
The meals as you sit in peace
Letting the Sunday mood wash
All over your face, a
Smile no less, wasn’t too difficult to
Express, especially since the sun
Is shining so warm and
Bright, shades worn outside, but under the
Cooling shade, that’s just fine
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“It’s getting all Christmasy in July” Gun Roswell
Red and green
Painted in contrast, by nature
Buy the work today, do not hesitate
It will be gone tomorrow
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