“When on a long or short haul, sometimes, all you need is a place to rest for a moment, or few (preferably with a beverage)” Gun Roswell
Seats available at the station
Surprise!
Waiting for the bus for a trip
A vacation before next Monday?
Or so it seems
It’s either that or a bust!
“These days, virtual travel either on the internet or thought the memories of the mind and photographs, can we travel” Gun Roswell
The mind might be playing some tricks on me, as I am slowly sifting through, all the bundled up memories in my own mind, of the holiday, years back, quite sublime. It really happened by accident, as I ran across, an image in a forgotten folder, of the vision captured, at the perfect moment frozen in time, when all was simply, fine, in the good old times, when we were all freely allowed to explore the world around us, without too much of a fuss.
So, dwelling on that photograph for a while, without rush and hurry, even if the image was a tad blurry, as was my locked away memory of the place, the time and the plenty of sunshine, un-phased by whatever negatives there might have been there along the way. But as so many other things in our minds, those hazy days of yesteryear will always have a golden hue to them, or most of them do, as trying to save only the few good ones, with or without the puns.
“Sun and glassy buildings do not go together, there are flares up there!” Gun Roswell
Looking up into the skies
Narrowing my eyes
From the blinding glare
The sun’s bright flare
The warmth on my skin
And the feeling within
Nature’s awesome beauty
Makes me wanna boogie-woogie
“When the sun is shining, the weather warm, there is no use in delaying, the spring cleaning chores!” Gun Roswell
Something about the sun shining through the dirty glass left behind the winter’s snowy mass
Which beckons the house holder to pick up a bucket of water and a hopefully clean rag
The cleaning of the home, certainly a time honoured tradition
Alas sometimes, all of us, could do with a little less fuss rather than working oneself to exhaustion
With all them chores the spring brings with it
To set the house up ready and waiting for the visit
Of the shiniest of sunny rays, which keep on bouncing on each and every surface
Then there is the yard or balcony or if you are unlucky, both
The cleaning, the organising, the fertilising, the sowing of seeds
Hoping at least a few flowery things to be appearing before the end of summer
But if they won’t well, there is always the weed kinds with pretty colours
So don’t be too harsh and go and rip of that yellow and purple looking grass
At least something is growing on that neglected and badly kept yard!
And so there is the next topic, the one with the complete overhaul of the garden
The dirt, the rocks, the whatever else is needed to get the work moving
All kinds of curious tools, shovels and forks and such simply to get stuff growing?
Well, do it once and then it’s all done right?
Wrong! It’s a never ending cycle!
So do be, forewarned!
It’s a trap, a total scam!
For all those would be gardeners:
Leave well enough alone, nature, will take it’s own course after all!
“Nature is still the best bet for any chance of peace, colour and perhaps fun?” Gun Roswell
Sitting on a swing
Not worrying about a thing
Enjoying the simple life
Without a stinger or a strife
The air almost like silk
Time slowly passing by
Not one trouble in sight
Observing, watching, looking
What is nearby cooking
The hedgehog sipping it’s milk
The squirrel with it’s tail high
A bird gliding in mid flight
The flowers in the wind crooking
The clouds hanging softly in the sky
Exhaling, letting out a sigh
The last rays of sun on the skin
What a perfect fin
For a July summer’s day
The grass in a gentle sway
“The sea beckons for the stray traveller to get on the waves, in a boat or then, swimming perhaps close to the shore” Gun Roswell
I still remember
That one September
The bluest of skies
And it was warmer than July
The water clear and inviting
The air soft and delighting
Not a worry in sight
Everything quite right
In the distance
For an instance
A boat or two
Disappearing from the view
Most tourists already gone
Leaving us alone
Enjoying in peace
With a short lease
The last rays of summer
“Sometimes it rains, other times there is snow, but if you are lucky enough, there is sunshine too” Gun Roswell
Cloudy, with a chance of rain
No, we’re definitely not in Spain
Seems to be a repeating pattern
Maybe a joke by the Mad Hatter
Be careful to not get a frost bite
When you dip your toe into the lake
Or you might end up in a plight
And a most terrible ache
A summer’s day in July
Eyes focused on the sky
Clouds moving to the wind
Cold breeze on my skin
Should have worn a jacket
“But it’s summer” I quote with “brackets”
Let’s open the packets
And bring out the rackets
Summer madness or fun
Maybe we’ll see the sun
Before the day is done
And we have to run
So let’s enjoy this time of year
Without any doubt or fear
The winter soon enough is here
And the summer mood will disappear
“The busy and narrow streets of old town beckons for shopping and whatnot, it’s a warm summer’s day after all!” Gun Roswell
The hustle and bustle
The use of the rustle
All the customers
Lurking about this summer
The Market Square
The biggest fair
This side of town
The jewel of the crown
Bursting with life
Peacefully, without a strife
Roaming the stands
Even if not a fan
You may enjoy the ambiance
So come on down and take chance
“Something about nature and going back to it? Pretty and all, that is true!” Gun Roswell
The last of warm days?
Before the cold rains again?
It is time to prepare
But do not despair
Summer may be ending
The nature surely changing
Soon it will be summer, then autumn and winter again
But the colours
Will be awesome before that will happen!
Rantings Of A Third Kind 
