Seated in the shadows

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“Best bet to take a seat, is in the shadow” Gun Roswell

Seated in the shadows

The midday sun, came out for some fun
But unintended, most likely was the burn undefended
As all the dwellers, needed to be reseated

So, what to do, as the options where so few
Several ideas then into the common sir flew
And after a moment of thought, they all knew what to do

A hustle and bustle then started all over the place
Because who would be fool enough for too long in the sun stay
Moving furniture around leaving oh so many stains

But as the deed was finally done
It was time for all hard working people to sit down
And enjoy their day, only this time, sitting in the cool shade

A Snowy Bench to Sit on

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“Try it, it might feel okay, not too cold nor too hot, a respite of sorts” Gun Roswell

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A Snowy Bench to Sit on

I finally found it
A bench made of metal
For me to sit
Soft as a petal
A purr-fect fit

Wiggly Bench

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“But how can I sit on this, oddly shaped bench? Won’t I get wiggly too?” Gun Roswell

Wiggly Bench

The colours so bright

The the thing totally crossed my eyes

In the distance in the light

It seemed, well divine!

Was it a piece of art work?

Or just some fun done by a jerk?

I really did not care at this point and felt

The need to step closer with a jerk

I studied the thing at close proximity

What on earth was this, this monstrosity?

I could not make my mind up 

Whether I really liked it or not

But after staring for a long while

I finally had decided and smiled

Pulling out my photo snapper device

I started to take loads of pix of it live

Soon enough, I had snapped a few

And then ventured to sit down on it too

Later on thinking back, with a smile loose

I knew, it was a bench, too good to be true!

Seated in the shade on a sunny day

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“Sitting in the cooling shade, even if I’m going to be late, from Sunday” Gun Roswell 

Seated in the shade on a sunny day

The sunshine on a Sunday is always great, but then again, when it gets too hot, then it’s no longer so, and the best place to rest, or at least have a respite, is under the shade on a seat made for that special place. And so, the whole day, might just be well spent, seated under the protective shade avoiding all movement at all, but mostly, avoiding the brightly lit sun and the encompassing heat, and ain’t that simply neat. 

But if such a seat might not be found, anywhere even if looking around and everywhere, there is still no scare as daring, into the sunny outside, can also be very nice, at least for a short while, until the heat starts to defeat one and that will soon be 5he end of fun, and the option remaining is to simply run and to quickly find, a spot outside of the sunny shine, preferably in a shady spot, well, then the day would continue smoothly once again, and the rest of the day could be spent, in the calming shade.

Seated in the shade on a sunny day

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“Sitting in the cooling shade, even if I’m going to be late, from Sunday” Gun Roswell 

Seated in the shade on a sunny day

The sunshine on a Sunday is always great, but then again, when it gets too hot, then it’s no longer so, and the best place to rest, or at least have a respite, is under the shade on a seat made for that special place. And so, the whole day, might just be well spent, seated under the protective shade avoiding all movement at all, but mostly, avoiding the brightly lit sun and the encompassing heat, and ain’t that simply neat. 

But if such a seat might not be found, anywhere even if looking around and everywhere, there is still no scare as daring, into the sunny outside, can also be very nice, at least for a short while, until the heat starts to defeat one and that will soon be 5he end of fun, and the option remaining is to simply run and to quickly find, a spot outside of the sunny shine, preferably in a shady spot, well, then the day would continue smoothly once again, and the rest of the day could be spent, in the calming shade.

Seated at the wine tasting booth on a Sunday

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“The seat at the wine refinery, what a place to enjoy a Sunday, because sometimes, you are allowed a drink for few, right?” Gun Roswell 

Seated at the wine tasting booth on a Sunday

The Sunday pretty much a dull boring day, but a day of rest and perhaps a taste of something soothing, calming and cooling, the close by breweries wine, dulling the restless mind at least for a while.

Catching the closest seat, at the booth, where the wine yard keepers are having a few samples on display, in the multicoloured glasses just to please, the gathering crowds, as this one, is certainly a treat.

The queue forming to the left, but soon enough spreading to the right, but luckily, there is no fight, amongst the many wine loving ones, each waiting their turn of getting the soothing liquid inside of their thirsty mouths, while chatting with each other loudly.

And then, the wine gods and goddesses emerge, carried on a cloud, bearing gifts to the awaiting crowd, and without any fuss, soon the feast will start, everyone there taking a part, the grapes, the wine a flow, on this Sunday started so slow, but now, there is definitely a lot going on.

Lazy spot for a Sunday

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“There is nothing really much to do on Sunday’s except to find the perfect spot to lay low in for the day, the best kind of stay” Gun Roswell

Lazy spot for a Sunday

The most perfect and softest spot found

And it was certainly not on the hard ground

No, it was a softly cushioned kind of a swing

Which came along with a bell and a ding

That was of course to be able to order service

For whatever kind of desires might rise up

For food or drinks of course, perhaps even 

Entertainment of sorts, such as music or shows

But even without all those things of creature comforts

The simple way of only staying, in quiet laying

Was the perfect way of spending any day

Except usually that was never quite the option

Rather only during these days called Sunday

Was it possible to indulge oneself to lay claim

Of anything personal and not requiring any strain

And so, having found this perfect of the places

There would be nothing on this Earth to remove

This carcass out of the blissful state of non-move

And so, as time passed, even if this moment lasted

Only for the day, there were no regrets whatsoever 

On display

Seat in the rainy park, simply smart!

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“It rains, but it pours, and I feel like sitting on the bench in the park, not very smart?“ Gun Roswell

Seat in the rainy park, simply smart!

When the heavy rain starts, usually, it’s time to run, away and to safety, to ultimate goal is trying to remain dry, and for most dwellers when outside, that kind of set of mind is simply fine. And why would it not be, as getting all wet and soaked is not much fun at all!

But, what of this one humanoid person, who thinks the rain is the answer to all their reasons of being here on the planet, and then what do they do to prove said point? Well, run outside of course, like there is a fire up their a..e, finding the nearest seat, hopefully in a park if they are close ton one, when this whole seasonal monsoon of an act starts. And then, it’s simply to chew on the soaked up popcorn and enjoy the show of Mother Nature’s from the very beginning, listening to the tiny rain drops singing as they venture from the highs of the skies to the lows of the grounds. Nothing can compare to the spectacle of this magnitude, where all the blues skies are now turned to darkened greys and where once was solid ground, now are puddles, most likely turning to lakes. So, understandably, this is a great show, for anyone not afraid of the unknown, or even the known!

A Dreamers Dream Sunday

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“When dreaming, always dream big, unless, you have small dreams” Gun Roswell

A Dreamers Dream Sunday

The coolest of blues hit me, with the blues As I sat in the seat, carefully chosen, by the coolest seas Watching the skies, expanding in my very eyes And then, what the hell do I spy? An aeroplane, in mid air, in flight Yeah, right!

It was supposed to be my special dream From this dreaded place, for once at least to flee But now, here I sit and watch, as others, obviously, have taken my spot On that flying machine, up there, for all to see And, where am I? Well, down here, on this pretended life of a scene

But as I sit here, in my own fear And the air vehicle, slowly into the skies disappear I start to deep into my own thoughts sink, maybe even think That this place, where I seem to always so long stay Maybe, it’s not so bad, even if I am feeling sad It’s an OK one, sometimes even fun So, maybe, this is the dream after all I just have to adjust and then, dream small!

A seat refurbished

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“Recycle is the key word of the day, don’t waste, make good use of all of it even if you are in haste“ Gun Roswell

A seat refurbished

A seat had finally served its former purpose as a sitting surface for all those tired and weary ones, not being able to stand on their own to feet. It could have fared worse of course being thrown into a dumpster of all sorts. But luckily this formerly rickety old stool had an owner who was no fool and a handy one at that. So now, the former seating tool has a new purpose and ain’t that all so totally cool! A new life after some love and care and lots of paint, the former chair of a thing, is now serving, as a flower pot, a useful thing at that, and even good to look at so all and all a good change in life for that old chair now sitting on the porch for all passersby to see. 

The moral of the story here if you haven’t figured it out already is, to never throw good things away, rather reuse and show them some care as they once did serve you and their purpose, so always try to be fare!