“Something about the red berries makes me just… drool and eat them all up in one go until I cannot eat any more!” Gun Roswell
A July gift to you
A red tasty strawberry
May be of few
But the taste better
Than you knew
Best now them cherish
Before autumn arrives
And with it all
The strawberries
Will perish
“From the busy streets, towards the calm beach, that is the goal in life” Gun Roswell
I see the image in my very mind, it’s something unique, someplace to unwind
The colours changing now, from green to a coolest blue, some kind of hue
But then, like a sharpened photograph, everything is in my grasp.
The shining sun, rising high above, the breeze so low, the pace so slow
The turquoise waters glimmering, I wish I could swim in them
I run as fast as I can, then on to the sandy beach I land
At this point I don’t care if it is a dream or someone’s bad joke or scheme
I shed my clothing, boots and all, and into to the soft waves I let myself fall
Getting carried away to the wide open seas, where nothing and no one else do I see
Only sounds made are those of seagulls, flying high above my skull
This is bliss, this is calm, this is what I seek, this is what I want
And then, I wake up, as the car beside me honks
“Move it of lose it bozo!” I hear
Yes, I am back in the noisy street I fear
Until next time, when I dare to dream
As life never really is what it seems
“Red is a pretty colour, true. Perhaps a tad on the nose, but yeah, pretty!” Gun Roswell
“I see red”
Said Ted
As toward the shed
Painted red
He quickly fled
Unfortunately
A fence,
Also, painted red
Made his trek
Short instead
“So many colours out there, you go nuts!” Gun Roswell
Spring cacophony in Red
The red dominated the scene
Even left behind, was all the green
Fading into the black and white
As the red had finally got on its fight
Against the dreary and dull
With temperatures below the null
From now on nothing but strong colours
With lots of delightfully intoxicating odours
Spring has sprung
The world is feeling young
So, go out and enjoy the scenery
Which now exist in plenty
Guess it is really that time
When sitting outside
With a cool glass of wine
And no longer living in the phase of stun
But going out there, for some long awaited fun
“Red berries, mixed with apples of the same colour, cannot go wrong!” Gun Roswell
Mix it to a salad
Or make a fruit cup
The tasty palette
Can be served
Right up
Berries of red and blue
For a while in your mouth chew
Let the flavours make their play
You will never want them go away
Berries are good
Berries are healthy
Berries in a smoothie
Berries are a wealthy
“Something about the red berries makes me just… drool and eat them all up until I cannot any more” Gun Roswell
A July gift to you
A red tasty strawberry
May be of few
But the taste better
Than you knew
Best now them cherish
Before autumn arrives
And with it all
The strawberries
Will perish
Red, juicy, inviting, loosing it, gobbling up all that stuff… strawberries, please!” Gun Roswell
Berries of red
Eaten in bed
For breakfast and dinner
Just wish I had a cleaner
Red and juicy
Are these berries
Might enjoy even with sherry
But I think it would be too fruity
Berries in various colours
Never mind some of the odours
Eat them with gusto
And life healthy is a must
“The red chair in the corner of the room, is just begging for someone to sit on it” Gun Roswell
The red chair in the corner
Painted in a bright colour, of red, it was an intent of purpose, to do so, while the old chair was refurbished, as its time seemed to have been over, but instead, someone had a good thought, of making it more all that, to attract, someone to take a load off on it, as a seat in a bright colour, would be quite indistinctive and nice looking for that matter, so it was done, and made to look like a lot of fun, and then placed in there with other chairs, for anyone in need.
Achieving this goal did not take too much, simply some patience, time and a bucket filled with paint, something none to quaint, but rather the flavour of red, and hey, that idea, went quite well, as now, the proud little red chair, there in the corner waits, for anyone to take a seat, and what do you know, it’s now mostly occupied, with tired ones, having a brief respite, and after that short break, and having their batteries charged not just from the sit, but the colour as well.
“There is just something about red houses, the grandma feel of it all, no matter tall or small in size, they always look so nice“ Gun Roswell
The red house at the end of the road
The colour so bright, it was shining through, in the sun’s light, the greens could not cover or hide it, no matter how much they might just have tried.
Following the path ever so narrow, it was easy to find the yellow coloured doorway, but entering was a tad tricky, as the door seemed to had gotten sticky, but finally making way, for those looking to step in.
But the trip over and getting to have a look-see of what is going on inside of a red house, at then end of the path, was well worth the quest and the trip over to experience this, little house from the ancient past, grandma’s home for sure, or something similar.
“The red bike looks so cool and it has a motor in it too! So as long as you’ve got gas, the ride can last! Better get going and have a blast!” Gun Roswell
Scooting in the streets
Bright red colour flashing in the busy streets, as that is all you see, a blur of colour when the rider takes this bike, this two wheeled ride for a spin, with a huge fat grin plastered onto their face and it as long there stays, as the ride on this scooty scoot bike lasts and it is most certainly a blast for both rider and those standing on the corners cheering the slow going mobile on.
Rantings Of A Third Kind 
