“My philosophy is quite simple: it’s not just black and white, but sprinkled with so many shades of grey” Gun Roswell The Flower Going, going, almost goneNow from summer, it’s so longBut something else, will come alongWhen fall and then winterWill sing their songs
“Black and white? The two colours shine so very bright, am I right?!” Gun Roswell The Lighthouse A tall tower and its smaller twinLiving, side by side,On an island, made from winds With the blue ocean wideAnd the land around them thinNo hiding, from the high tide But together they surviveFor they are kindAnd nothing them, can divide
“Capturing someone’s soul in a black and white photograph? Ominous? Or perhaps preservation for the future?” Gun Roswell The Ruins High upOn the mountain topThe basic instinctsAre kicking in: Clouds filled, with life giving waterArrived into the valley, with a fog like hollerDo not worry about survival anymoreLooks like the weather gods,Rewarded us with a big score
“Colour just might be the thing, alas black and white is so much more” Gun Roswell The Bird Hovering above the worldWings spread like a big birdVoice screeching to be heardLike a flying seagull high in the skySoaring, into the grey horizonThere is no one defined reasonOnly the thrill of beingIn the here and now
“Black and white is abstract, agreed for sure, but still something quite tangible?” Gun Roswell The Fortress Frost bitten branches and leavesAbove a small dwelling still heaveThe wind cold and freezingBreathing in the throat keeps on wheezing“This weather, certainly takes your breath away”Just be careful not too long to stayWarm mittens and a thick coatAnd certainly a woolen scarf for that…
“In the past, life was black and white or at least some kind of greyish colouring scheme?” Gun Roswell The Forest Winter continues with all its musterSnow pouring down, faster and fasterThe forest with its trees covered in lightPowdery crystals in the colour of whiteA passageway in front quite clearDo not hesitate or fearTake a step into the wonder and delightAnd soon you have something about…
“In the past, life was black and white, right? Just check out the movies!” Gun Roswell The Tree Snow covering, all of the landJust like designed and plannedThe Winter’s handLays heavily on each strandNot one inch de-clutchedNot one place untouchedNature has made its markWith a white noiseless bark
“Red berries, mixed with apples of the same colour, cannot go wrong!” Gun Roswell Mix it to a saladOr make a fruit cupThe tasty paletteCan be servedRight up Berries of red and blueFor a while in your mouth chewLet the flavours make their playYou will never want them go away Berries are goodBerries are healthyBerries in a smoothieBerries are a wealthy
“Something about the red berries makes me just… drool and eat them all up until I cannot any more” Gun Roswell A July gift to youA red tasty strawberryMay be of few But the taste betterThan you knewBest now them cherish Before autumn arrivesAnd with it allThe strawberriesWill perish
“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…
“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 night sky is getting a reddish hue, not the usual blues tonight!” Gun Roswell H is for half of the moon over the roof topsEvery now and again it there popsThe circular motion never stopsFilling the night skies with bright lightNever again having the darkness to frightThe moon protecting even at half powerLetting us n the star dust showerBut even with all is mightIt has to leave, before the…
“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…
