“The sun is setting, the skies looking like a painting, with so much of the colour of red used, well, it’s gorgeous so who am I to complain?” Gun Roswell
“The sky is on fire, the sky is on fire!”
The peasant from the ancient times shouted As the red clouds into the skies sprouted Running as fast as he could Before the skies on him fall would
Simply out of fear Not knowing of the beauty so near Shivering in his cellar Like an old yeller
Some hundreds years later Not a sunset hater Eagerly awaiting A sunset most breathtaking
“Make sure to choose the perfect seat whenever you need to sit down, but especially, when having a meal, lunch comes to mind” Gun Roswell
Time for lunch Possibly even brunch Find your way Where all the others stay No need to pay Just sit down and for a while stay Have some chicken Which is good as finger licking Maybe afterwards Some mini cakes quite sticking Or if you want something healthy You do not need to be weatlhy Just grab some melons Cantaloupe or honey No, not trying to be funny It’s all there Nothing has been spared For your vacation Is most important to this station To make you happy And maybe later, Time for a nappy!
The summer holidays, had finally arrived Shouted out, was a big hoot with some jives Packing up, all the needed trash For this, unplanned, quick getaway, in a flash
So now, headed for what ever kind of port Was ready to accept us, to start this trip of a notice short Because this thing was certainly going to happen With or without all that likely crappin’
OK, so after all kinds of back and forth ‘splaining The road trip was finally on the part of landing The island of ones dreams dead ahead in perfect still Well, as much seen from a small cockpit window sill
Off and out and into the taxi cab with a shout Soon enough the accommodation in sight with sign shouting loud “B and B” for all sizes and kinds Just come on inside and your place find”
After the slightly drama, when doing all of the unpack It was finally time, to get up and go out and yes, slack After all, this was supposed to be. a holiday to the letter so strong With rest, relaxation, something something and all that jazz all day long
When getting outside, the warm wall hits you in the face It feels so good, after so many months of living inside the icescapades In the land way, way up north, where the only transport is a sleigh Wanting nothing more than to get out of that place
But, the reality soon hit, right smack in that pale face And the sweat pouring, nay, soaring out each and every pour started After some moments, when soaked through each and every garment It was time to get the hell out of the sun and find some shade
Glancing, glaring, staring, all around the heads spinning Trying to find that one perfect spot, where to sit down on the dot It was already starting to get really frustrating The face, neck and body, covered with sweating
But then, in the corner fo the very eye, which had so much spied Behind the vail of frustration, even if this was supposed to be the best vacation A spot in a small cafe, there, in the shades, hidden from the sun All that remained to do, was to gather some courage and toward it to run
The setup like from a picture perfect A table with two seats and a large bench set Just for us weary touristy types way over their heads Boy, am I glad this day us here finally had lead!
Seated happily for the rest of the day Deciding to spend it in this very same place Ordering food and drinks was so easy as cake Why the hell would anyone do anything else
“The old song, day and night, comes to mind, when I look at the captures from my holiday past, yeah, that one too, did not long last, but alas, maybe next time, it will be much longer” Gun Roswell
Days thankfully long and filled with so much sunshine That lazy me, can be splayed across the subbed ever so fine The clouds above practically none existent and quite fluffy too As there is nothing else to see above there except skies of blue Well, maybe just another airplane landing bringing more of us Whom are finally allowed to take a vacation on this same spot Where the days meet the night, without any kind of fight Where nothing is done except leisure just for the sake of pleasure The long days, and short nights, spent, lazily under the sun Or those with courage, hauling their asses to the beach Where all kinds of waterspouts is just in a short reach Describing this time out of the every day grind as everything fun Hell yeah, day or night, it just is so unexpected but totally right When there is little or nothing else to do around the poolside Except spend it on yourself and those you care for in life
“It’s funny how we are never happy about where we are at any given moment, always dreaming of some place else, supposedly much better than this one is“ Gun Roswell
There is one constant in the universe, or at least on this very planet, that of the dwellers, namely humans, are never happy about staying in just one single place
Whether they want to travel for a while or perhaps permanently relocate, it seems to be encoded inside of the DNA to want to be a on the move and not in one locale stay
And if stuck in the same ol same ol, what do these, two legged brainy creatures do? Well, day dreaming all day long, of some other place far far away until they fall, into a deep sleep, most likely having the same dream on repeat
So, whether it is of a vacation soon to follow, or simply some far away distant fantasy, those yet to be undiscovered vistas at least for the one person, keeps them going on… and on and on…
“Take a boat, a ship or a large vessel, on a long vacation or just.a short trip across the pond… well, what more is there than to shout — ship ahoy! “ Gun Roswell
A long trip, on an island to slip In a good size sailing ship no less Enjoying the time, to get there, long Provided the weather gods stay gone And let the sunshine and winds Lead us, on our invisible wings
The short vacation to an unknown destination The large commercial vessel, prepared for embarkation All the comforts of a small village, inside this lustrous chillage Of a thing, where you can eat, dance and sing All day long, then all night going strong In the old school discotheque, without much etiquette
When it’s time for your sleeves up to haul Then taking a rowboat across the small moat And don’t forgot to bring your warm coat Because this time of year, the chills will be near Then row, row, row, your little heart out Until you are totally ready to shout:
“These days, virtual travel either on the internet or thought the memories of the mind and photographs, can we travel” Gun Roswell
The mind might be playing some tricks on me, as I am slowly sifting through, all the bundled up memories in my own mind, of the holiday, years back, quite sublime. It really happened by accident, as I ran across, an image in a forgotten folder, of the vision captured, at the perfect moment frozen in time, when all was simply, fine, in the good old times, when we were all freely allowed to explore the world around us, without too much of a fuss.
So, dwelling on that photograph for a while, without rush and hurry, even if the image was a tad blurry, as was my locked away memory of the place, the time and the plenty of sunshine, un-phased by whatever negatives there might have been there along the way. But as so many other things in our minds, those hazy days of yesteryear will always have a golden hue to them, or most of them do, as trying to save only the few good ones, with or without the puns.
“It’s a special occasion, the sunrise, early morning and all” Gun Roswell
Sunrise, higher than high In the early morning sky Over the morning clouds The sun has spread its shroud Blues and reds playing in a mix Eyes staring completely transfixed The cool crisp air caressing Almost feels like singing…
“Sun and glassy buildings do not go together, there are flares up there!” Gun Roswell
Looking up into the skies Narrowing my eyes From the blinding glare The sun’s bright flare The warmth on my skin And the feeling within Nature’s awesome beauty Makes me wanna boogie-woogie
Rantings Of A Third Kind 
