“Like the little red riding hood, I am going through the woods” Gun Roswell
The forest so thick I can hardly see the trees But never mind, I can, hop skip and squeeze My way through the thick layer of greens Until I find my way back, and the ever winding road I see It’s not too far I don’t mind, as I’m making good time This place filled with lush green and other critters Is surprisingly calming, even friendly, without too many jitters With a hop and a skip, I over the narrow creek leap Then in the distance, something shining a blue I think do I dare or would I be a complete fool But the adventurer wins and so with a song I sing I start towards the patch of water in the distance Hoping maybe, it’s a lake or similar and then in an instance I am there and find, the rarest beach of any kind Immediately kicking off my shoe and in goes the toe The liquid so cool and refreshing I am soon undressing Taking a dip in the soothing lake, before an observation I make The road ever winding, I have already been finding As the staring point is right at this very shore Knowing my way back is secure, I take another round in the water, just to be sure It’s refreshing alright and soon again, I am on my way, despite Leaving behind this great place I have come to appreciate But swearing I’ll be back here, for an other run of this place called nature
In the early morning hours After waking up and taking a shower I am walking to the beach Where, at this hour, no one else is at reach Taking a preferred seat On the large bolder, a perfect holder Then, waiting for a moment longer My eyes slowly adverting towards the corner Where a faint spot of light appears Over there, at the calm sea, but somehow, in the stratosphere I watch the tiny speck of light Turning into a most precious sight Reds, yellows turning into white As the spectacle of a gorgeous sunrise I have finally witnessed
“Summer fun in so many cottages, it’s getting to a point of annoying really! ” Gun Roswell
Cottage in three
Red, yellow, any other colour, or maybe even painted black The choices for living, really do not lack Going around and around, never once looking back As one, after the other, is so much better, than the last But, for only one week at the time Spending, my vacation, nearly, on a dime Even the weather, is ever so fine
And I surely have no complaints, of all these cottages, oh so divine Juggling amongst these places, some near, some far Luckily my rucksack is not weighing, so need for a car Summer still well spent, even if it wasn’t exactly like I had dreamt But the experience given me so much more I can go back to the daily grind without immediately being bored After all, adventure is part of human nature, with or without fear And this year, I certainly got plenty for the rest of the year
When the mundane Monday raises its grey and dull head Why not sprinkle some fun and colour up in the air instead Maybe put some deep red on an old house Otherwise sticking out like a sire louse
Even paint the barn door In the colour most of us adore And when completed all them upgraded and some leftover paint remains Head on, to the garden and slap on a coat of smarting Onto, the tiny windmill, always giving the chill, even warning When the wind blows or then if it sometimes storms So, now, definitely going strong Simply because, red, has the perk on This mundane Monday, not any more glum But really starting to be fun!
“What secrets lie behind door number seven?” Gun Roswell
Ever so slowly The door opens, Boldly Still, sneaking in Through The open crack Not once Looking back The odds Against me stacked But enthusiasm I do not lack Walking through One step At the time For now I am feelinga Just fine Knowing This place beyond Will be mine Breath hitches As I am finally Inching My way through Quick Is the beat Of my very heart I know now I should have Played it smart But it’s too late No more do I hesitate I am finally here Through the doorway Through the looking glass I have Now passed And it could not Be better!
August 17th is Black Cat Appreciation Day * I Love My Feet Day * National Non-Profit Day * National Thrift Shop Day Vanilla Custard Day ______________________________________ MORE! Fredrika Bremer, Marcus Garvey and Pauline Young, click
“A cat in the bag? Better to have a litter in the box!” Gun Roswell
A cat litter
What beauty and grace you posses How god like is your essence Basking, in the bright light, your very existence
When the can opener is a rumbling You come along, a tumbling Knocking down all the nick-nacks Pushing aside all them obstacles Grace and beauty far gone behind When come along galloping, the carpets entwined Looking more and more Like an old race horse on drugs Or a drunken person running amok Rather than any of my gods
And then, when there are more of you Than just, well, one or a few The household, is left in a total and utter mess But, there is one thing, I must confess I love you all, and want you here forever to stay As I would not have things any other way!