“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 size All into the air, will soon rise Some of them made for party filled with fun While others of them up in the sky will run Carry on a journey far and beyond Farther than you or I may have possibly gone By foot or bike, but oh what a ride! In a hot air balloon, the joy you cannot hide

“Ever high up, in a soft huff and slow kind of a puff “ Gun Roswell

“By the seaside, near the ocean open wide, cannot help but smile” Gun Roswell By the seaside, open wide When the soaring sun beckons outside It’s time to pack a rucksack and head into the open wide To really enjoy what nature has to offer Even if it is just a few hours to go for So out and about, a smile on your face Get out there and find your happy place Whether be it the forest or the open seas There is really no place rather to be

“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 seen An old school plug and play gadget from an movie scene Elegant and rare, the dial plate may scare Pick up the receiver and listen carefully A dial tone will be played for you fully A cord attached to it like a tail The numbers you’ll need to remember or the call will fail None too mobile, when stuck to the wall Reception sometimes crackles and pops, during some calls

“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 streets Using electrical power to feed Step onboard the old school transport Into the past you’ll teleport Travel around the city in style Going slowly it may take a while Observe the sights and people When 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 things Which in the warm summer wind sing Swaying gently in the rhythm of the tune Watchers young and old alike star to swoon Flowers growing in the garden Flowers on the side of the streets White mixed with a lot of green Nature 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 sublime Sunshine and feeling just fine Diving or laying, this is easy living A holiday time spent chilling When the sun hits high noon It time to get wet in the blue cool Swimming from end to end Maybe, 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 tops Every now and again it there pops The circular motion never stops Filling the night skies with bright light Never again having the darkness to fright The moon protecting even at half power Letting us n the star dust shower But even with all is might It has to leave, before the early sunlight

“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 hide Picturing the moon man sitting in a crater, it’s difficult not to smile An ancient rock filled with mystery Also known to be causing mass hysteria During its rounds when it’s at is fullest Certainly a vision never the dullest Keep on eye on its eternal cycles Round and round the earth, with a speed most wildest