A Sunday at the Beach

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“A calm, cloudy, and rather sunny Sunday (surprise!) what a contradiction indeed! As usually, when Sunday arrives, so does the cold weather and the rain, right?!” Gun Roswell

When the Sunday time, loudly, its present chimed
We ran, like we were on fire, out there, from the dire
Into the open wild nature, with colours so lush
There really was no need for any kind of rush
To enjoy the art work devised by our beloved Mother Nature
Was there for everyone to see, without any kind of fee

But we ran, as fast as any one can, really
For you see, there was somewhere else we wanted to be, really
Beside the calm and cooling waters, fooling around like a bunch of sea otters
We made our way, discarding all clothing, falling where ever they may
Splashing into the soft waves, letting the healing waters save
Ourselves in the process, as this was the place for us, the total bliss

We played and frolicked, until the darkness descended we stayed
Then only, reaching for the softest of sands, lending each other a hand
To find the discarded garments, a little dirty, maybe even sandy, was a mild statement
But nobody cared, as it had all been time so well spent
Out here, on the beach, on this summer’s Sunday we had reached
And if we were to be lucky, maybe next weekend, we could come back again

Why not build a summer cottage by the seashore

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The tiny wooden made shack, by the seashore stands, sideways slacked
It’s really not much to look at, just a few odd planks together stacked
But for the one that built it, this little house, might just be, the perfect fit
A summer’s cottage, or a simple, almost a tent type thing, on the beach sits

Alas, the rough and unforgiving autumn winds soon will fall
Upon each and every single plane, even up, to this remote shore
If the tiny summer cottage will the beating of weather’s wrath survive 
Then come next spring, the dweller will have a place to return just fine

But, until that time, the sun will still shine
The clear blue waters and even the skies
Will be totally able to provide
The needed light and warmth to get by
Here in the tiny beach house, oh so divine

The sea and the sunshine

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“Nothing but the wind on my back and the sun on my face as I set sail to vistas unknown” Gun Roswell

Even on the cloudiest of days
I will not for long in a dismayed state stay
As I step outside into the calming beach
I am greeted by a cooling breeze
Nothing is more invigorating than the sea
Cool blues as far as my eyes can see
Even if I choose to just hang around
Take my place on the rocky ground
Or if I am feeling daring and adventurous
I can set sail to the open waves
In my small dingy of a boat with sails
I feel great, alive and most of all
I am spending the best of a summers time, at the seashore
And soon enough, even the sun cones out
Making this day too, perfect all around

A bunch of flowers (it’s summer after all!)

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“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!

Open season at the beach

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“The beach, is empty? What is going on?” Gun Roswell
 
 Open season at the beach
 
 Finding an empty sun bed
 On this tine beach end
 Did not seem so difficult today
 What a pleasant surprise, I said 
 As I hauled my weary ass
 Off from the green grass
 
 Into the middle of the sandy beach
 Choosing the best seat
 Laying my fat tired head
 On to the sunny side bed
 Finally enjoying the peace and quiet
 As long as anyone will me let

The eternal sun, is surrounded by a halo

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“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

A beach view hidden 

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“Peekaboo, I see a sea view, from my hideout at the beach, perfection at reach” Gun Roswell 

A beach view hidden 

The most perfect place on the face of the earth was the only one searched for so long and hard, as the seeker smart relentlessly kept on going even of for a long time there was nothing worth showing. Until finally, one day, almost by accident stumbling upon the most magnificent display. That of a hidden beach, so totally secret and absolutely neat, the searcher most certain nothing in front of them visible now, could ever that defeat. 

Carefully approaching the scene, as if in fear it would soon disappear. But that fear was unwarranted as the vision in front soon turned out to be even more than something used to spark ones imagination. Closing in on the long sought treasure both of the mind and heart, knowing the seeker needed to act smart. As disturbing the perfection and alerting others to this secret attraction was not intended and so, moving forward with caution was the only option.

Reaching the final barrier, and peeking behind the trees hiding the view for anyone to see. A moment spent in simply admiration and awe, still not sure what they saw, was real. But then courage kicking in and the final steps were taken. Landing on the untouched and sacred beach, was the end of the seekers trip and now settling there for a moment, enjoy the silence of the waves, then to a memory it all to save, before going back from once they came, life never going to be the same after having experienced, perfection.

Two seats for Sunday

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“There is always a need for a seat on a sunny Sunday day” Gun Roswell

Two seats for Sunday

Seats? On a Sunday? Are those really needed? Aren’t we just supposed to be sleeping in?
It’s a day of leisure just the same, so why, oh why, is there a need to get up, and run amok? When all of us, could just try to relax and take a load off, sleep, rest, lounger, until Monday raises its ugly head?

No, because it’s sunny outside, there in the open wild, so go, get, take a walk, and when tired, simply take a load off, on a seat somewhere on the streets.

As a Sunday is no excuse to simply sleep!

Summer, summer, summer!

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“ Summer, summer, summer, yeah, it so bears repeating!“ Gun Roswell

Summer, summer, summer!

The pretty flowers, the lush greens, the warmer weather, as long as it keeps just there, summer, summer, summer, is everywhere. (Sneeze!)

But for us flower+ pollen challenged ones, well, summer can become a bummer, unless you wear a mask, permanently and take a lot of meds, that at least some of the sneezing sheds.

And so, if possible stay indoors and only admire the vistas and views of summer through the comfort of your very own window!

As summer, oh dearest of summer, you, apparently, will be here a while longer!

Secret Hideaways

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“Lush greens, do cover so many things, homes even, dwellings for those who don’t want to be seen” Gun Roswell

Secret hideaways

The red coloured houses, would usually indicate a stop sign, an x marks the spot type, to more like come find us, we are here, come see who we are, step inside our house!

But, the colour is well hidden, behind the lush green scenery. Hard to find, even at first glance, the small dwellings, even in the middle of the busy neighbourhood, there really is no reason why pass by you simply could.

Alas, with a careful eye, some of us spy, behind the leaves several well hidden lairs, but, being courteous, never wondering close enough, only taking a small peek, at what there just might be.