Acropolis revisited, part 4

“As approaching the ancient ruins of yesteryear, there is really no fear, simply step inside and let it all enter, your very mind” Gun Roswell

Acropolis revisited, part 4

The pillars still standing tall, reaching towards the skies
Reaching towards those once settling inside the walls
The walls now hollowed by the elements of nature 
Nature, who does not care of the past, present or the future 
The future, which hopefully will be welcoming our history 
Our history now being written alongside the ancient ones
The ancient ones whom built the monuments on which we now
We now stand inside and admire, silently wishing to be part of
Part of it all, as the new ones in the future visit our ruins made
Ruins made out of the dwellings we used to stay in
Stay in our precious homes we too did build 
Build to last, alas most likely not as long as the ones here
Here on the top of the mountain talk, the mighty pillars 
The mighty pillars from a long ago stand so tall
Tall, and forever remaining here, now and to the future
The future without us, they will see without us

Acropolis revisited, part 3

“Travel the world, experience the drama, the horror, the comedy, of real life and then, go to a theatre to see it played out by actors, to get the full picture of the interpretation of life” Gun Roswell

Acropolis revisited, part 3

The old amphitheatre of yesteryear once filled with thousands
Now sits there torn down, a few scattered rocks they call ruins
Once the great actors of their time pranced across the stage
Now only the echos of the voices in there remain
But, you can always use your own imagination
Take a seat by the circular construct without hesitation
And let it run wild and far, until you can see all those stars
Of the times from the very past will arrive with a fancy jive
Thespians doing their shows, dressed up in fancy robes
Reading, sining, talking, maybe even dancing
Soon enough you will be caught in a scene quite fancy
And when the play finally ends, it has been time, so well spent
The daylight now almost gone, as you have sat on the stones
But the events of the history will never be forgotten
As long as we remember and cherish the times both good and rotten

Acropolis revisited, part 2

“To travel to new lands, strange places, to review the current life over there, but also the history, which sometimes turns out to be more interesting” Gun Roswell

Acropolis revisited, part 2

The faces from the distant past
Preserved for the present, in plaster to last
The historical figures, such as gods and goddesses
Even some of the more regular folks no less
Were all, immortalized in clay
Their strong posture and pretty faces, to forever stay
For the prosperity to, well, stop by and stare
But hey, this is our history revealed
And if you think about it, indeed
I would not mind getting my own simple face
In concrete, stone or whatever strong to stay
As gorgeous, or pretty, or whatever, as it can, anyway
Because this mug isn’t so great to start with
Still, if it was to happen, goddess forbid
I definitely, and most certainly, would not resist
But that is for the future onlookers to decide
Whether this, well, somewhat uggo face with a crooked smile
Is worth for to write about in all the history books
As to, what really was the common looks
Of this so called two-thousand of a century
As nothing else here, I can see, is too fancy
No alluring wizards or other types, maybe sea hags and such
Definitely no mountains filled with deities in lust
Just some random tech we maybe invented on the run
Some stupid  television shows of comedies just for the fun
Anyway, so I guess the message of this little ditty really was
That, hey, history, go see it, it’s a total must!

A special knighthood at Windsor Castle

Some of you may remember I wrote a few months ago of the incredible Captain Tom Moore. Coronavirus 19 – Social Distancing with 99 year old Captain … – repost from Stephen Liddell blog

A special knighthood at Windsor Castle

Acropolis revisited, part 1

“To travel to far away lands, even if only in memories, now at hand, is better than the everyday grind, but even in those places, there are little things you can find, to keep away the daily grind” Gun Roswell

Acropolis revisited, part 1

When walking up, the many, many steps, which seem to last forever
Especially in this heat of season in Greece, I suspect, that one equals eleven
But despite the long and somewhat rickety and rocky way up
I know, at the top, there will be a reward as big and might as a duck

As the steps finally, finally end, and, yeah, there is oh so much sweat to spend
It is all quite fine, because some of us (laughs out loud), can turn any kind of water, into wine
So, now, the first thing, you need to absolutely do, is to go check out the gorgeous view
Because even with the preserved old photographic image, nothing beats the live experience

And, please, trust me, when I tell you, that this is all way perfect!
The history and these, well, modern times colliding, in this place always inspiring
And, if you don’t believe me, then maybe, you just make sure to get out here
Yeah, I know, when the time is right, right? Then, run to book a flight!

> To Greece, to Athens, and head up to, the always lovely Acropolis!

Farmer in the making?

“A farmers life for me? I dunno, maybe there’s too much of a city gal in me, to out there, flee?” Gun Roswell 

Farmer in the making?

When once again visiting, the far away but ever so beautiful countryside 
Getting a full and then again, small glimpse, of the great and open wide
Then, there can be only one answer to the how and what, and that, is a great big smile

Then, out of nowhere, a really odd and out of place thought occurs, just like a flash of light
Thinking, thinking, thinking hard, but no, this cannot be right
But, after so much grinding, in my silly old brain I am suddenly finding 
The answer, which me has forever eluded and suddenly clear after all this time

Could it be? Could this be? Could it be, for little ol’ me?
Maybe, just maybe, for me, myself and I, a farmer’s life?

Sunday in the shade

“Time spent in the shade, is never wasted, so why hesitate?” Gun Roswell

Sunday in the shade

Running away, from the warming sun?
Well, that must have been, some kind of a pun
Since the very long awaited light up there
Was finally out and about in the stratosphere
So why would anyone in their right mind
Want to stay inside a building, or the shade?

Before you get all up and at it and up me chew
First and foremost, just hear my plead why don’t you
Because I have so many legit explanations (excuses)
To point out why I am not out there rather refusing
Any kind of direct sunlight upon my fairest of skins
And hiding inside, the shade if you will

Well, here is one good reason at least
For you see, the sun in my mind is a beast
Which reflects all that shiny white light
And honestly gives me the shivers and fright
As I am more of a nigh person myself
At least that is what I keep telling everyone else

The shadow is a much cooler place
And when one there for a long, long time stays
The mere thought of a sun and fun filled venue
Will rise all kinds of feelings I tell you
I am not made for the light of the sun
Even if that sounds like I am no fun

And to be honest, I prefer staying inside my shell
Being boring as hell, even if not everyone can tell
I also prefer the shade and the slight darkness
At least, the mid greys of the lightness
Rather than exposing myself in the direct light 
Whether it be the sun or just a simple electrical fright

I maybe or may not be one of them kind
Whom the constant spotlight is never fine
But staying inside the shade is not all that bad
So don’t you feel sorry for me or be sad
Just because I am different than the rest
I assure you, I am fine and won’t be a pest!

Cat with a coat ruffled

“The cats in the harbour are waiting, for the fish to arrive” Gun Roswell 

Cat with a coat ruffled

The cat on the sidewalk sat
It was looking quite wet
Maybe after taken a do dive on the deep side
Most likely of trying the fishies to find
It’s coat now totally ruffled and out of place 
Clearly, out of washing it up after the watery way
Making it dripping and totally in disarray 
Now it was just a matter of letting it lay
In the warming sunshine and soon it would fine
The cat once again ready, for another deep dive
After all, how else would the treats fall

“From the skies?”The cat asked with eyes open wide 
“Do you think me a fool? 
I know quite well, the only fish that ever from the skies fell
Was something made up in a fairytale.”

And the with a huff and a puff the cat continued
It’s coat to sort out to be ready for another interlude 
With the water wet, for its fishies to get

Nightfall in a blue moment

“The nature, is always at its quietest and certainly best, come the blue moment before night fall“ Gun Roswell

Nightfall in a blue moment

The sun setting behind the ocean so vast
The earth once again feeling totally flat
The onlookers, in awe, simply admiring that
Which is the most powerful scene staring back

The blue hue descending across the land
Over the ground, water and skies it lands 
Painting all in its wake in a monochromatic shroud
And even in silence, the effect is really loud

There is nothing more to do before morning 
Just watching the spectacle in front unfolding
The brightness turning to blues without yawning 
And eventually into the darkness disappearing 

Boats, ships and other vessels, past their use?

“Boats of different sizes and shapes, are put to pasture, as they had all their lives slain and now to rest laid” Gun Roswell

Boats, ships and other vessels, past their use?

When the time, has finally come
In which the daily work, is all done
Time to lay to the final rest
Where ever the place suited best
The vessels once sea worthy
Hauled up to the dry land dirty

But this, does not mean the end
No, far from it, even if it sometimes is just pretend

Because being out of their natural element
Does so many other options present
The imagination of refurbishing only limit
Hey, let’s just play on which ever gimmick!

Maybe a home for the artist?
The layout, most likely not the smartest
Still a change of the usual house
Because they wanted something other to be of proud
A flower pot quite large
To the back of the small house’s yard?

Nothing is impossible to pull
Of the re-usage of the vessels smart and dull
It’s just a matter of letting the ideas flow
Put that old boat at the back of the car and haul
What ever the use will be, wait and see
Just make sure to give a new home!