Easter Witches 3

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“All kinds of witches are about, usually all year long, but especially on Easter!” Gun Roswell

Easter Witches 

Ye Old Witch

She is so old, her teeth are gold
She is almost blind and bold
But never the lesser one
Usually, having all the fun

When she smiles
There is no vile
The children she likes
Never ever strikes

Only candy will she eat
When she is riding on that broomy seat
Her charm is the grey cat
Which has become quite fat

Cheers and best wishes to all
Before the cauldron her again calls
And until next Easter
She will be off her keister

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“All kinds of witches are about, usually all year long, but especially on Easter!” Gun Roswell

Easter Witches 

Scottish Witch

Smelling of old whiskey and cigars
You can really spot her from a far
She is dressed in full red plaid
The only thing missing is a cat

But none too traditional a lady
All though character a tad shady
She is the belle of the ball
Well, for witches, at least
Where else could you call?

Dancing, singing, howling, drinking
The witch from the Highlands
Even on her hands will stand
And a whole bottle donning
Without even once blinking!

Easter Witches 2

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“All kinds of witches are about, usually all year long, but especially on Easter!” Gun Roswell

Easter Witches 

The Three Witches

The three witches from some-wick
Never mind with
They ain’t winning no beauty contests
To that many can attest

But ugly can be an asset
Especially for the wickedness
Scaring folks and cattle
Just by showing up tattle

After all, this is a holy ball
For all the witch kind
And if you any of them find
Then try to stir to the right
As the witches always drive
On the left hand side

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“All kinds of witches are about, usually all year long, but especially on Easter!” Gun Roswell

Easter Witches 

Påsk Häxa

Traditional to the teeth
She will never ever sleep
The witch from Sweden
Is quiet the seasoned

Travelling on her broom
In the skies you see her vroom
Her lucky cat beside her
With a smile and a purr

Every night during Easter
She and her cat will feast
On chocolate and other treats
Left on the porches as bribes
For only her and her kind

If it would happen to be
That nothing edible she would see
Then bad luck and curses
Will follow those houses
All year long, aches and pains in their bones

Harbour 3

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“Soft sunny Sunday at the Sea” Gun Roswell

Harbour

Yellows on the rocks appeared suddenly
Bursting into bloom, despite the gloom
Weather gods throwing snow and ice
When all nature was supposed to be nice

But these tiny little yellow buggers
They seem like nothing them bothers
Sprouting out at will, none of them ill
Growing even stronger, day by day still

Even on this hard rocky place
Even if the rain pours and the clouds stay
The first flowers of spring
Will stay just there and swing

Harbour 2

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“Soft sunny Sunday at the Sea” Gun Roswell

Harbour

The ripples on the water’s surface
The wind getting more and more restless
Tiny drops of soft rain on my face
As outside for the first time I dare

Due to the signs of spring
I wanted to get out and sing
Dance and frolic, like a new born
I would have preferred nothing to have worn

As the warming weather, is finally letting
Me to shed down my winter coat
Maybe even dare to take out a boat
A row, row myself, across the moat

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“Soft sunny Sunday at the Sea” Gun Roswell

Harbour 

Sunshine on a cloudy day
Will leave you with a smiley face
A Sunday’s stroll to the seaside
Into nature now so open wide

Forgetting the winter’s pest
As spring time is at its best
Enjoying the sounds of nature
On this afternoon, with pleasure

So many faces basking in the sun
Animals and children playing, having fun
The best time of the year is here
Guess it is a good time as any to cheer!

Archipelago 3

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“Surrounded by water, what could be better?” Gun Roswell

Archipelago

There in the distance
A small cottage glistens
An image on top of the cool waters surface
Is it a mirage or made on purpose?

Once you have crossed that bridge
Taken the jump over the ledge
You have finally arrived to a place
Where nothing move, and everything stays

Always the same, maybe a tad lame
For some, this is a challenge, a game
Of survival of the fittest
But some of us just enjoy, the balance

Silence, roar, sun, storm
Changes so mild, even if the nature is wild
Human, animal, all equal
And just maybe, there will be sequel

Archipelago 2

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Surrounded by water, what could be better?” Gun Roswell

Archipelago

A bridge carrying you over
To the paradise, or sort of
It’s an island surrounded by water
Maybe even get, a pet otter

Alas it’s heaven for those
Whom seek solitude and prose
So come on down get your dose
Of eternal, sometime surreal

Dream of the Finns
Where life really begins
On an island, in the middle
Of nowhere, without a paddle

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“Surrounded by water, what could be better?” Gun Roswell

Archipelago 

What, do you see?
Rock, and the eternal sea?
Or something else?
A dream?

Harsh life on an island
Nothing to keep you smiling
No grass, no trees
Blues, greys as far as you can see

Maybe so,
But before you step in that dingy and row
There is much more than sorrow
If you can let some time borrow

The nature wild and rough
Most of it still untouched
The wildlife may wary
Hope you wont get scary

Of birds a flocking
Especially when you’re cooking
And then plentiful sun
Under that surely some fun

But remember the changing weather
Better buckle up with a tether
When the cool storms hit
Then you really are up for shit!