“Come on, let’s ride!” Gun Roswell
Red Bikes 2
Old and busted
New and shiny
Two choices
With their own voices
Which do you want
To take as your ride
On the road fly
Or at least try
It’s not so easy
With bikes as tiny
But try you may
On the road stay
For a time minimum
Until sore is your bum
Then take a rest
You’ve earned it
With the best
“Even the smallest flower, has the power!” Gun Roswell
A bunch of flowers (it’s summer after all!)
Sitting, quietly, even prettily
In the green grass, so waste
Looking more, like a pool so long
Continued, to infinity and beyond
The total power, of summer
Grew up, with the answer
Of what is, the meaning of it all
Nothing, but flowers of course
Soft, bright, gorgeous, smelly little things
Which will make your heart openly sing
Colours, odours, can be all yours
For a moment at least, consider a lease
All the summer long!
“The sun has a halo now? Just, wow!” Gun Roswell
The eternal sun, is surrounded by a halo
Like a vortex, it emerged
Around the sun it lurched
A halo of some sort
Spreading, all across
The skies forever blue
Constantly changing the hue
The bigger it was getting
But still the rays through letting
The warmth and the light
Never seen anything so bright
Definitely a divine origin
With no ending nor beginning
“Rising towards the blue skies, ever higher, flying all through the darkening night” Gun Roswell
On a balloon ride I fly (two)
Balloons of many a size
All into the air, will soon rise
Some of them made for party filled with fun
While others of them up in the sky will run
Carry on a journey far and beyond
Farther than you or I may have possibly gone
By foot or bike, but oh what a ride!
In a hot air balloon, the joy you cannot hide
“Ring ring!”
“Pick up the receiver, answer that call! Yeah, that one! It’s an old fashion style phone!” Gun Roswell
P is for phones rarely heard or seen
An old school plug and play gadget from an movie scene
Elegant and rare, the dial plate may scare
Pick up the receiver and listen carefully
A dial tone will be played for you fully
A cord attached to it like a tail
The numbers you’ll need to remember or the call will fail
None too mobile, when stuck to the wall
Reception sometimes crackles and pops, during some calls
“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
“Flowers thar be in the fields, at least until this summer season ends” Gun Roswell
W is for pretty white flowery things
Which in the warm summer wind sing
Swaying gently in the rhythm of the tune
Watchers young and old alike star to swoon
Flowers growing in the garden
Flowers on the side of the streets
White mixed with a lot of green
Nature giving us a artistic showing
“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
“The moon is always hanging there, forever present” Gun Roswell
M is for the moon in the night sky, with its better half trying to hide
Picturing the moon man sitting in a crater, it’s difficult not to smile
An ancient rock filled with mystery
Also known to be causing mass hysteria
During its rounds when it’s at is fullest
Certainly a vision never the dullest
Keep on eye on its eternal cycles
Round and round the earth, with a speed most wildest
“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
Rantings Of A Third Kind 