“Sunsets, nature’s most beautiful paintings” Gun Roswell
Summer memories from a distant land Holding, treasuring, in my hand Remembering all the times spent By the seashore, looking for something heavens sent
Keeping a close eye Trying something to spy A spectacle of enormous proportions Which this darkening night brightens The sunset most magnificent Viewed by present day onlookers just like the ancients Nature art spread across the night skies There within, the truth of life lies
“Ah, the ever changing weather, how lucky are we?” Gun Roswell
Sleet and Snow
It’s that time of the year again When you’ll never can for tell Whether the weather be fine or hell Looking out the window is the best forecast But do not always your own eyes trust Bring all kind of gear with you Maybe even choose an outfit or two Just to be on the safe side of things Because when you go out there, you won’t sing Any hurrah’s or praises to the weather gods -Those cloud busting arrogant sods! Playing the fool with us mere mortals here below Sending rain, hail, and yes, even more snow And soon out the window go all ready made plans Oh well, at least there is not too much sand! (for now!)
It’s a dirty job, but someone has to do it Especially since the snow storm hit But on a pristine snowfall day The snow pure white as it may The view from the cockpit is quite charming When moving forward and sometimes backing Plowing away, clearing the roads The outcome is great, even if the work is slow Call it job security, from now until end of February And if lucky, it will snow until June Because the summer, it never comes too soon Before you know it, it’s once again January!