“Come on, let’s ride!” Gun Roswell Red Bikes 2 Old and bustedNew and shinyTwo choicesWith their own voicesWhich do you wantTo take as your rideOn the road flyOr at least tryIt’s not so easyWith bikes as tinyBut try you mayOn the road stayFor a time minimumUntil sore is your bumThen take a restYou’ve earned itWith the best
“Even the smallest flower, has the power!” Gun Roswell A bunch of flowers (it’s summer after all!) Sitting, quietly, even prettily In the green grass, so waste Looking more, like a pool so long Continued, to infinity and beyond The total power, of summer Grew up, with the answer Of what is, the meaning of it all Nothing, but flowers of course Soft, bright, gorgeous, smelly little…
“The sun has a halo now? Just, wow!” Gun Roswell The eternal sun, is surrounded by a halo Like a vortex, it emerged Around the sun it lurched A halo of some sort Spreading, all across The skies forever blue Constantly changing the hue The bigger it was getting But still the rays through letting The warmth and the light Never seen anything so bright Definitely a divine origin With no ending nor…
“Rising towards the blue skies, ever higher, flying all through the darkening night” Gun Roswell On a balloon ride I fly (two) Balloons of many a sizeAll into the air, will soon riseSome of them made for party filled with funWhile others of them up in the sky will run Carry on a journey far and beyondFarther than you or I may have possibly goneBy foot or bike, but oh what a ride!In a hot air…
“Ring ring!” “Pick up the receiver, answer that call! Yeah, that one! It’s an old fashion style phone!” Gun Roswell P is for phones rarely heard or seenAn old school plug and play gadget from an movie sceneElegant and rare, the dial plate may scarePick up the receiver and listen carefullyA dial tone will be played for you fully A cord attached to it like a tailThe numbers you’ll need to…
“An old school kind of a vessel, travelling on the rails no less, a tram they call it!” Gun Roswell T is for the trams of the streetsUsing electrical power to feedStep onboard the old school transportInto the past you’ll teleportTravel around the city in styleGoing slowly it may take a whileObserve the sights and peopleWhen going home, tales you’ll have a handful
“Flowers thar be in the fields, at least until this summer season ends” Gun Roswell W is for pretty white flowery thingsWhich in the warm summer wind singSwaying gently in the rhythm of the tuneWatchers young and old alike star to swoonFlowers growing in the gardenFlowers on the side of the streetsWhite mixed with a lot of greenNature giving us a artistic showing
“Take a dive, into the cooling waters oh so very fine, the liquid surely to heal any ailments” Gun Roswell P is for pool life so sublimeSunshine and feeling just fineDiving or laying, this is easy livingA holiday time spent chillingWhen the sun hits high noonIt time to get wet in the blue coolSwimming from end to endMaybe, in the water, the rest of the spend
“The moon is always hanging there, forever present” Gun Roswell M is for the moon in the night sky, with its better half trying to hidePicturing the moon man sitting in a crater, it’s difficult not to smileAn ancient rock filled with mysteryAlso known to be causing mass hysteriaDuring its rounds when it’s at is fullestCertainly a vision never the dullestKeep on eye on its eternal cyclesRound and…
“Travel the wide world, wherever you may end up hurled, enjoy the life, the history, even the strife” Gun Roswell A is for the Acropolis, the once metropolisFor the ancient profits and their studentsCarved from stone and marble, considered a priceless jewelAfter several millennia, the structure still standingWith thousands of people it’s internals flockingTake a climb on a hot summer day,…
“Splash into the calming blue hues or crystal clear creek ever so inviting” Gun Roswell WatersSun shineLife is fineCool bluesWith a touch ofTurquoiseSun tannersOn their sun bedsSet as decoysA picture so vividAs the waters liquidBuy this image?Maybe,But latelyIt has onlyRained 😉
What ever floats in my mind! Part Two
“Every writer I know has trouble writing” Joseph Heller What ever floats in my mind! I woke up, when I was born, no sooner, no later. That was as stupid an opening line as “Once upon a time” or “It was a cold and rainy night”, but I thought I was being clever in starting the tale with a joke. You who follow my writing may have noticed the humouristic twist in most tales, at least at some point.…
