The weary traveller and their coffee

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“Sometimes coffee is good… oh who am I kidding, it’s always good!” Gun Roswell

The weary traveller and their coffee

When the nigh finally falls
And bedtime the weary traveller calls…

Wait, we’re on a holiday, right?
No one sleeps on a holiday, just out of spite?
Just drinks some more of that black coffee
With a side order of a mint of or a toffee
Awake you will a long, long while remain
Even if your poor little brain
Will go a little, well cuckoo
And that is putting it nicely!
Still, enjoy the holiday while it lasts!
This could very well be your very last!

The late night sunset (isn’t that when it happens?)

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“Sunset, that perfect cliché which exists, almost every single day?” Gun Roswell

The late night sunset (isn’t that when it happens?)

On my way high, high up
Ever higher
Closer to the sky
On a smooth elevator ride
Up to the 16th floor I fly

From this ocean view
Reserved for only a few
Enjoying the last rays of sun
The last of the sunsets
Of the month of… whenever

Red sky in the evening divine

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“The red is the colour of the magnificent sunset painted in the sky of the evening’s moment high” Gun Roswell 


Red sky in the evening divine

Fire engine red, someone in the watching crowd said, as we were all gathered for the spectacle of the evening displayed in front of us on the sandy shores, and certainly never a bore was this setting told on a lore, as the sun with a loud roar dropped into the deep waters from the sky above.

It was told in a story once in the past and the glory of the moon would create such a blast at least for the duration of the night to last hurling the drowning star deep into the waters far to cool down for a moment until once again in the morning it would rise its crowning head from the watery bed.

The rays curling up slowly but surely until reaching the highest peak in the bluest of skies then warming us dwellers again with the bright white light for a while until the night once again arrived and the moon would overpower the sun, thus completing the circle of routine once again neither of them really winning the game.

But that is just fine as in the end, we truly need them both.

From Morn till Dusk

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“Sky watching yet again, another sunrise on the horizon” Gun Roswell


From Morn till Dusk

As the early morning darkness fades
I am set and ready on my way
Hoping, not to be too late
To catch, at least, a glimpse, of the rising light
With my own, two dark eyes
And to admire that, of the magnificent sun’s rise
Watching the sky
I never feel like a spy
Only to simply admire
Of the marvels of what expires
When Mother Nature
Plays around like a true painter
Making art work of the simplest of things
Which will make each our hearts sing

Sunset on an empty beach

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“The sun is setting, no matter if anyone is watching it, going away for the day“ Gun Roswell

Sunset on an empty beach

The beach empty, void, of any kind of life

Not even of the crab, ant or a mosquito kind

Nobody is there, observing the days end

The colours painted across the skies

As the setting sun makes it way to lie

At the bottom of the high seas

Where it during the night time lives

Alas, they are all gone for now

All those enjoying the daily sunshine loud

Only the darkening shadows remain

And so, the sun will be setting

Without an audience to clap

But it does not really matter

As this kind of event happens every day

And maybe, some other night

The sun will its very audience slay

Sunset Low

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“The time of the year when the sun will fear the coming of winter, laying low during the day and even when setting” Gun Roswell

Sunset Low

End of the day will come no matter the times. 

It can be a little later or even earlier depending on the seasonal chime.

For the late autumn or fall, the light of the day will try to stall.

But never winning against the night the darkness soon upon.

The sun though never faltering its stance no matter the dance.

Late in the year or early in the hours of the new morn’.

The rays will remain there on the surface just one more moment time to stall.

Bright ball of light in the skies

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“Sunshine is always good, when it shines like it should” Gun Roswell 

Bright ball of light in the skies

Sunshine and bright blue skies makes one smile 

Grey skies and thunderstorms might too be fine

But the snowy vistas of winter with everything bright

Then add to that a shiny ball of sunny rays 

And no amount of gloom here will stay

And that is why winter with snow is so great

Except when it’s really not

And then only wishing for days hot

Filled with sunshine all day long

Tall Shadows 

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“The sun is so low, it takes so long, to travel to make all the shadows, for any objects standing tall, as well, the shadows too are looking so totally long“ Gun Roswell

Tall Shadows 

In the middle of the season, the winter feeling like nature’s treason, as to sun is out so rarely and then when it is there, hanging so very low and so, once hitting the supposed zenith, it starts painting its shadows, with the looks of something so scary, as they creep up, silently getting to the top of everything and everywhere, and that really is the scare as they look so totally dark and life like when they spike against the surfaces, so tall, making the onlooker feeling really, really small.

And that isn’t all, because if you take a trip around the premises, you might just take a fall, just because, they look so real, defences of sorts?

So, beware, when threading out there, in the midst of winter, on a sunny day, so to avoid the splinters, take a toll of all them shadows standing out there tall.

Sunset Tower

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“The rays of the setting sun hitting just the right spots, sending the rounded metal burning“ Gun Roswell

Sunset Tower

Red like a fire engines head, the burning fire of the setting sun reflected on the metallic surface

The man made object, the towering height coming to life only at this hour by the very light

Of the one object hanging high up in the skies during the days, but as the night falls it too to rest lays

But not before sending it’s shiny beams one last time across space and skies to land onto the metallic tower making it open up like a flower only not of nature

Sunset by the Lake

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“Sunset by the lake, taking a slow boat across the moat, just to watch the spectacle” Gun Roswell

Sunset by the Lake

It’s no fake, the setting sun playing, the vivid colours laying all across the sky and land

It’s that time of the day, the setting of the sun at hand

Folks gathered from both near and far, just to have a glimpse of the spectacle, observing with mouths ajar
Those daring, will try to reach the sun and the sky, before it’s too late

Slipping in their boats across the large size moat of a lake, without time to hesitate

Rowing, rowing, rowing their tiny hearts away, just to bask in the display