“They’re red, they’re delicious, just pick them from the tree and eat! “Gun Roswell
Juicy and sweet
Quite the treat
When on the beat
In the summer’s heat
And well worth
The tweet
Tag Archives: nature
Lady Bug
“The red coloured bug looks mighty snug seated on the leaf” Gun Roswell
In the middle of summer,, all kinds of loud hummers will fly you by
But the one most likely candidate which will surely make you smile
Is the one born in the bright red colour and a dozen dots on its back
And that simple fact, makes this tiny bug, one of the most prettiest
It’s not just out of a jest, that this red one wins the buggy contest
Simply look at it, the perfection of its armoury, as it looks quite adoring
A true winner of miss nature, being one of the prettiest of bug creatures
So, giving the kudos and crown toggle one whom one the great title
Even if it was simply sitting pretty, posing for the camera set on idle
So, do salute the red clad lady bug, whenever you might her closely pass
Sitting pretty on a flower or a long lush green leaf for the duration of summer
And do hurry, as this pretty thing, can only be seen during the long months
Of warmth and fun, May, June, July and August, maybe even longer
Depending whether the weather might remain mildly warmer in the fall
Nature or Nurture?
“Ain’t nothing wrong in eating some berries from the trees, now filled with nutritions, without fees, with greetings from Mother Nature, cheers!“ Gun Roswell
Sometimes, it is good to let someone else, provide
For the all the nurture needed these days, just to get by
It may come in a form of something totally unexpected
From a place even, long since forgotten and neglected
But a glance outside from the window, is taking a turn slow
As the totally jungle like backspace of a yard, seemingly. sits still
Summer time long since forgotten, but memories there lingering
Of the green, live and lush now turned to burnt like bush
Alas one good thing turned out from this, sort of a messy mush
As finally daring out there, to the !great unknown”, to venture
Hoping this would not turn into some kind of disappearance adventure
Then what do these tired old eyes so gladly spy
But tress filled with berries, the whole yard, gone positively wild
Green, blue, red, all one needs to do is pick them up and get fed
The tastes varying from sour to sweet, soon enough, digging in deep
One basket after another getting filled, to the very hilt
Running out spaces, as so full are all the before empty places
With gifts of plenty, as with courtesy, provided by Mother Nature
Busy Bees
“They’re busy at work” Gun Roswell
When the day begins
The garden alive, almost like spring
The birds in the trees sing
Their song, most likely, of the pending fall
As they sit and sing, in the trees tall
Sitting, in my solemn seat
Watching, the life on display, such a treat
With the smells and monotonous sounds
Everywhere, to be found
And then, comes, the annoying buzzing
As if someone started, really loud humming
Breaking, the calming routine of it all
Just as I, was thinking, the time had stalled
They are so loud, even if their bodies are quite small
They fly by, really, really fast
Like some kamikaze planes, from the past
And finally landing, onto the flowers pretty
Suckling in, all the nectar, really quickly
Clearly, the harvest time, for our winged friends
As their hive, on this precious food source, depend
Gathering it all ,with professional precision
Then bringing it back, for the queen’s decision
As to whom shall be rewarded, with the nectar of gods
That scene would indeed, be, an interesting thing, to blog
Hanging around
“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!
Going for a Walkabout
“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
Optimism, in nature
“They still grow, not as strong as before, yet continuing to hang on despite the harshness of winter. Perhaps even raising their middle fingers to the freezing cold.” Gun Roswell
Living, breathing, growing
Even if it is still snowing
Bending not breaking
Sometimes shaking
But soon it will be warm
After the cold and storm
Winter Wonderland by the Frozen Creek
“This time of the year, this, so called winter time is for fun and games? At least, when skating on the iced over lake or creek, whichever just might be nearest wherever you those kinds of things seek.” Gun Roswell
The winter is full of fun filled days, even if there is no nearby lake. Because if the skating time beckons, you can always spot some place frozen over, a body of water nearby, whether it might just be a simple creek, which was just a few days ago, flowing quite free. But not today, as this is the minus degrees weather kind of a time, when all have frozen solid and all you need for some wintery fun, is an old pair of skates and warm clothing and then run, towards the place you seek. As it might just be the good ole creek you plaid water sports in the summer when just a little toddler, but now, as it has frozen completely over, it is as good as place as any, to go skating on the ice, which is solid and nice after all, the winter ball will be held near the there and then, be that bell of a ball who captures the souls of all those party goers at the winter’s fun and games gala, well, at least if you have a big enough fantasy, then hell yes!
A fortress in the snowy forest
“Black and white is rather, abstract, agreed for sure, but still something quite tangible just like the fallen snow? Until it melts away!” Gun Roswell
Frost bitten branches and leaves
Above a small dwelling still heave
The wind cold and freezing
Breathing in the throat keeps on wheezing
“This weather, certainly takes your breath away”
Just be careful not too long to stay
Warm mittens and a thick coat
And certainly a woolen scarf for that throat
The silent forest of snow
“In the past, life was black and white or at least some kind of greyish colouring scheme going on all around the place? I mean, they had yet to invent colour, right?” Gun Roswell
Winter continues with all its muster
Snow pouring down, faster and faster
The forest with its trees covered in light
Powdery crystals in the colour of white
A passageway in front quite clear
Do not hesitate or fear
Take a step into the wonder and delight
And soon you have something about to write
Rantings Of A Third Kind 
