“Let’s build a house of rocks!” Gun Roswell
Naturally occurring
A mastery of engineering
A rock formation of endurin
“It’s all about the journey, at least if you have good shoes!” Gun Roswell
With my trusted hiking boots
I’m on a trek to find my roots
All that is missing, is some juice
But no time to loose
Just follow the goose
Surely, he’ll the right path choose
Which will lead to the moose
Who will treat you to some mousse
“An alien has landed and photo-bombed the image!” Gun Roswell
One small step for human
One forty-two size shoe on the ground
Is this just an illusion,
Or something profound?
Perhaps a mission to Mars,
Or just a photographing farce?
Let your imagination run wild
Who knows what adventures you will find
On planet Earth
She said, with mirth
“It’s all in the perspective of things, right?” Gun Roswell
Catching the winds of spring
Soaring high up, my song to sing
I am a pretty bird in flight
And I may not always choose right
But I am sure this direction
Is the one I need for completion
Of my getting up so high
Even so far as the crows fly
Despite being a miniature beaked thing
There is no rule saying I cannot sing
And thusly, I am up here
In the open wide stratosphere
Higher than any other bird ever
In your face, for being clever!
“Not all days are filled with sunshine, most are not” Gun Roswell
When it rains, it possibly pours
How to find a shelter outdoors?
Behold, a wonderful escape
In a shape of a cafe
By the beautiful Esplanade
Soon, sitting, coffee enjoying
Carefully watching
Life and passersby flowing
And the sunshine washing
The rainy clouds away