Soft sunny day at Sea” Gun Roswell
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!
“Soft sunny day at Sea” Gun Roswell
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
“The pretty flowers are alive, it’s spring time so why not!” Gun Roswell
Little white things
Sprung out with spring
Before the bell could ring
Never knowing
The joy they could bring
“What is but a Mother?” Gun Roswell
Mother
A strong woman you be
Superwoman, some may say
Yet different in every which way
Your life never the one of ease
A survivor without the need for a reason
You be as good as any kind of wisdom uttered
Wise perhaps, foolish sometimes
Fun where it counted
But it is okay
We all make mistakes
Your name
I will carry with me
Through life
The one to be called simply
Mother
“Spring time, time for nature to wake up and the ice to melt?” Gun Roswell
Spring time,
According to the calendar
It would be fine
But the weather is challenging
Never mind
Just unwind
Look deeply, into the sun
Dream it
Wish it
Want it
Looking at the water
It’s getting warmer
Dare to dip in?
Of course!
I am a Finn!
“The weather always changes, nature with it.” Gun Roswell
Here we are, so resilient
And utterly, quite brilliant
The wind blows
It only us slows
Hanging on
Even though,
The rest will be gone
“Something about the change in weather?” Gun Roswell
It’s not a bird, on a wire
It tried hard, to get higher
But now, It’s just a bird, in dire
Sitting on that rock
For hours on end
Possibly in shock
Resilience not well spent
The bird now desperately sings
“Hey bird, just flap your wings
And fly away
Or you’ll end up someone’s prey”
“Nature truly is, resilient.” Gun Roswell
“They boarded the air
I told ’em, it wasn’t fair
But instead, of growing angrier
I grew, even more stronger
Even changed my colours
So now, here on this fence
I sit and holler!
“Oh Monday, you are so totally cruel and always come uninvited into my life, what can i do to keep you at bay?“ Gun Roswell
The Monday morning had once again arrived
I know it because I can totally smell its pride
Raising the ugly head I now know far to well
And then, there is that, totally fowl smell
You to tempt me to kick your non too rounded arse
As this day, always turns into some odd kind of farce
But if I did not already have this headache
From merely thinking about you to arrive and me break
You always make me numb, avoid of all the fun
Lashing out to me, with something or another
As if this beginning of the week would not already be a struggle
The weekend gone and Friday nowhere in sight, bummer!
But, there is one thing, that could help me pull through
That one single and totally lovely and tasting full brew
The darkest of liquids and the greatest of sustenance
Ever devised by mankind, which has no pretence
It’s simply, well, just great
So go ahead, take a break
For this cup of stuff is no fake
Go, enjoy, your coffee, now!
In a galaxy far far away
To the dark side you may stray
Because you just wanted a holiday
A little weekend escape
With the stormtroopers parade
Just stay in the shade
But after hanging out with Vader
He would surely be the traitor
Hogging all the toilet paper
And sending you to meet your maker
You realized sooner or later
…It was time to flee this theatre
Back on track with team Yoda,
Or these days, even Baby Yoda
I may be missing the scotch and soda
Laying lazily on a soft sofa
But soon it will be time for yoga
And later on TV some Oprah
Who said I could not fill my quota!
Happy Star Wars day to one and all!
And may the Force be with you, always!
Rantings Of A Third Kind 