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”Cannot beat being by the water!” Gun Roswell

A Trip to the Lake

Sailing at Last!

Sails are hoisted, I feel elevated
Here at the helm, I am under a spell
Chanting sea songs, keeping me strong
I am finally going, to be a mermaid, no seamen after all!

Sailing, sailing,
Over the bountiful lake
Oh, for heaven’s sake
Keep the noise level at bay
As we are sailing
Across this calm lake!

Nothing but calm on the water surface
Direction unknown, but it will be known
When we reach there, where ever it may be
Time will tell, and then we will see

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”Cannot beat being by the water!” Gun Roswell

A Trip to the Lake

Pick a Ride

Which ride to pick, is a dilemma indeed
There are so many boats as far as I can see
Small boats, big boats, oars, sails, I know I will fail
Unless something easy comes around
And then, I will make it off this sandy ground
Into the open seas, or lakeside, yes indeed!

When I have finally chosen the vessel
As I am boarding the boat, I am getting my chisel
Carving it to a stone tablet, this is really happening
I am going out to the water edge
As I so long ago to myself pledge
Now it is happening for real, and I am becoming one with the sea

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”Cannot beat being by the water!” Gun Roswell

A Trip to the Lake

Which way is the Harbour?

Finding my way, but must to my dismay
I seem to be lost in the labyrinths of the coast
The tall buildings and narrow roads
Have confused my senses, and so

I am looking for a resident member
Of this community, hoping a lender
Of a helping hand to guide me
Through the maze ever surrounding

Finally, a friendly face
I am able to find in this place
Aiding me to navigate, towards the gate
I am finally out, and the harbor,
Well, it was just around, the corner!

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”Cannot beat being by the water!” Gun Roswell

A Trip to the Lake

Defying the Weather

Trying so very hard to ignore
What the weather gods have in store
Looking through the window shield
As the dark clouds arise from the field

Driving ever faster, beating the storms on this trip
The road getting plastered, as the rainy drops drip
The goal is just around the horizon, but cannot stop the rising
Of the darkening skies, no matter how hard I try

The petal is on the metal, the tires are a screeching
But yes, I am my destination reaching
Despite being drenched, from the waters around the bend
But never mind the weather, as I am here, in this place special

Sad vs. Pretty

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“Contradictions during a twelve hour period” Gun Roswell

Sad vs. Pretty

How can a sour day
Turn your feelings to dismay
Easily; I should say!

Gloomy weather outside
There is no place to hide
Except, maybe in the inside

The view so dull and grey
I wish I could at home stay
Mind and body, starting to fade

After some time
I started feeling really fine
As I looked outside

The sun had come to play
Maybe, if I was lucky, to stay
Strolling into the streets quickly as I may

Finding the rays on my skin
So good it felt almost like a sin
Oh, sun, where the hell have you been?

Sleet and Snow

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“Ah, the ever changing weather, how lucky are we?” Gun Roswell

Sleet and Snow

It’s that time of the year again
When you’ll never can for tell
Whether the weather be fine or hell
Looking out the window is the best forecast
But do not always your own eyes trust
Bring all kind of gear with you
Maybe even choose an outfit or two
Just to be on the safe side of things
Because when you go out there, you won’t sing
Any hurrah’s or praises to the weather gods
-Those cloud busting arrogant sods!
Playing the fool with us mere mortals here below
Sending rain, hail, and yes, even more snow
And soon out the window go all ready made plans
Oh well, at least there is not too much sand! (for now!)

Rain and Snow

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“Winter really is a heartless bia-tch” Gun Roswell

Rain and Snow

Rain and snow together fell
Onto the frozen ground causing a spell
A cooled down liquid prefix
Of an icy mirror like surface

Where walking is impossible
And falling down most probable
But the beauty of it all still tempting
Maybe, for some ice skating

Rain and snow
Head to toe
Fell together in a row
Nature slow
But still in a flow
And boy, what a show!

Sunday Weather

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“Sunday’s are full of surprises” Gun Roswell
 
Sunday weather
 
A surprise
Waiting in the skies
Grey clouds forming
Soon, to be storming
Tiny triplets of water
Splashing down
Onto the driest of grounds
What a lovely sound
Finally, life
After such a long strife
Now dancing
Outside glancing
What could be more wonderful
Than water
And buckets full

World Wide Wednesday in London

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“There’s nowhere else like London. Nothing at all, anywhere” Vivienne Westwood

London

Over the rooftops
To the hustle and bustle
Of the streets of London
In just a few hops
A few old castles
And a famous dungeon
Hop on a bus
Without much fuss
Follow the lines
And you’ll be fine
Eyes wide open
Seeing more than hoping
In the evening
You are dreaming
Of how much more
The next day has in store

When it Rains it Pours (TBT)

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“And when it rains on your parade, look up rather than down. Without the rain, there would be no rainbow” Gilbert K. Chesterton


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When it Rains it Pours

The rain came down a pouring
The sound loud as roaring
Frozen drops, balls of hail
No time to stop and flail
Pounding hard onto the ground
A safe harbour needs to be found
The nature showing it’s full force
When it rains, then it pours

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