Summer Memories

“Ah, summer was so warm and light!” Gun Roswell

Summer Memories

Looking back, to the time, when the clouds were soft, the sky was blue and the weather warm
Looking back, with yearning, stomach churning, simply because
It was a time of elation, happiness of sorts, when only running around, in very short shorts
Never one worry of freezing or even several times sneezing

Summer, the season I worship
Summer, the time I can in peace sit
Summer, the state of light and colour
Summer, winter really has left me a bummer!

Reminiscing the good times, as always, that is what memories are about
It might have rained sometimes, been even too damned hot, but still I shout
“Summer, please come back again and as soon as possible,
Help me get out of this wintry white hole!”

Red Seat

“I don’t generally like running. I believe in training by rising gently up and down from the bench” Satchel Paige

Red Seat

I was looking for
A bench to sit on
What I hoped to score
Something close to a lawn
To lay my tired self
On a softer shelf

Then I saw it
The bench, made of stone
When I tried to sit
I felt it to my bones
Too hard for a fit!

Moving forward
I found one, made of wood
Maybe it wasn’t hard
Rather suitably good
Too soft for a fit!

So once again
I had to complain
But I knew, the right seat
Was just in reach
I just had to seek

A little while longer
As I moved along
The feeling now stronger
I knew it wouldn’t be long
I was close to finding
As I saw the metal shining

I finally found it
A bench made of metal
For me to sit
Soft as a petal
A purr-fect fit

The Girl with The Cat

“Cats have it all – admiration, an endless sleep, and company only when they want it” Rod McKuen


The Girl with The Cat

Would you look at that!
The girl with the cat
Almost like aristocrats

“Mirror, mirror on the camera
The two of us are giving you glamoura’
Soon with us, all will enamoura’ “

The girl and the cat
Posing with a knack
Pretty pictures, are the result of that

Snowed In

“It’s snowing, a lot!” Gun Roswell

Snowed In

Today, the snow fell, hard
Going outside, didn’t seem so smart
Even dressing up for the weather reminiscent of art
Opening the door, looking at the falling snow, pouring all over the inside floor
Trying to find a brush or shovel, before the snow inside turns into a puddle
Nothing to it, just some elbow grease and a lot of muscle
I really need to make it on the double and move with a quick hustle
And to beat the overwhelming weather
Trying not to get lost out there, so using a tether
Pushing, brushing, sneezing, pressing on, trying to stay ahead
But the elements keep fighting back in stead
More and more snow coming down
My face is not an upside frown, but one of a beaten clown
Removing all this pure white substance seems a moot point
And soon enough I am lost to the last joint

“Someone, please come and rescue me
For I am stuck in this frozen watery stuff, you see!”

Finally, giving up
Making my way through the trenches with a huff and puff
Cannot fight those damned weather gods
Today, is the day, you can say:
We are snowed in, hibernating, like frogs

Coffee and Mousse aka Happy Valentine’s Day

“A sweet filled day today!” Gun Roswell

Coffee and Mousse

A day filled with fun activities
Both solo and a few side kicks
Lot’s of breaks in between
The tables filled with delicacies never seen

Coffee, yes please
And then, what do I see?
Cakes and sweets
All them treats
Then the surprise
I see with my own eyes:
White chocolate mousse
How can I choose?!

Face and tummy filled with goodies
No questions left whether I should eat
Cannot say no to such fine produce
Coffee, cake, and even the chocolate mousse!

Bike ride in winter

“Ride your bike, even in winter” Gun Roswell

Bike ride in winter

Down the slippery slop i go
Never ever wanting to go slow
They say follow the flow
But its a bit difficult in the snow

Riding on the icy roads ahead
Never knowing where the trails lead
But never trailing off from adventure
Even with a few benders and dentures

Summer winter spring or fall
My bike and i will never stall
Peddling away never stopping
Always on the road forward hoping