“Ride the old bike found in the shed, neglected, but still, working” Gun Roswell
On a cold winter night in my bed I lay
Dreaming, of a perfect summers day
The sun is shining, blue skies and fields are filled with hey
My trusted steed by the doorway
Ready and waiting for a little hike
Just me, myself and my green bike
Alas its still a long way to take
But i keep on dreaming as I lay awake
For that perfect summer day
And when on my bike I ride away
“In the summer time, and I am totally feeling fine, but only when I am close to some kind of watery place for at least a moment to stay“ Gun Roswell
The days long and warm, even if there was some expected storm in the horizon on the rising, but the weather gods kept on smiling as the sun was still almost the whole day full shining. The warmth totally fine as long as there was an option for taking even a short breather in the calming and inviting cool blues, the waters with the variously coloured inviting hues.
After the working day done, the only one thing in my mind then is to make the short stroll towards the beach, where I know I can reach those soft waves crashing ashore and as it still is summer for a while long, I will make due of the blues waiting for me to take a dip, long or short, call it even a sport if anyone would be asking, while I am in there, water around me splashing. The perfect summer’s fun which can only become undone, during a snow filled winter.
“Beach, finally here!” Gun Roswell
Take a short walk along the long pier
Dip your toes into the water when you get there
Feel the summer breeze on your burning skin
Let the holiday feeling finally sink in
Stay a while at the very end of the pier
Let the sunny rays wash away any fears
Of letting go of the mundane And embrace the upon coming fun day
Take a slow walk back to the beach
Then turn to look at the glimmering sea
Just remember you can always return
Until it’s time for the leisure time to adjourn
“It might be late in the summer, autumn time even, but the colours are as vivid as ever, in the local small market place“ Gun Roswell
The shadows so tall, as the setting sun is going down, now the summer is finally over, but fear not, as the colourful tents at the market place, will continue the spirit of the warm season long until the end of autumn, only disappearing with the first signs of snow, and even then, the more bolder shopkeepers, will brave the elements, while setting up their orange tents each and every day, until the winter storms settle over the place for good.
“Even the smallest flower, has the power!” Gun Roswell
Sitting, quietly, even prettily
In the green grass, so waste
Looking more, like a pool so long
Continued, to infinity and beyond
The total power, of summer
Grew up, with the answer
Of what is, the meaning of it all
Nothing, but flowers of course
Soft, bright, gorgeous, smelly little things
Which will make your heart openly sing
Colours, odours, can be all yours
For a moment at least, consider a lease
All the summer long!
“Winter is not the same everywhere” Gun Roswell
Early hours in the morning
The water warm and inviting
The turquoise by the sun lightened
No use the urge fighting
Just jump in and enjoy it!
“Sometimes, walking won’t do.” Gun Roswell
They are motorised
Some may even tantalise
All vehicles great and small
Some faster, some crawl
Dented or ship shape
You cannot escape
Stopping and glaring
With nostrils flaring
“I want one!”
“A hot seat, right there in the sun!” Gun Roswell
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
“Sometimes taking a trip doesn’t have to last a whole week.” Gun Roswell
The colours
Of the old town
Will turn
An upside frown
Into a huge smile
When staying a while
In the historic city
Of Porvoo
“Something about history, about the good old times?” Gun Roswell
Acropolis of Athens
Who knows, what happens
In this place of fun
And place of knowledge
The Parthenon, Propylaia and Erechtheion
Just to name a few of them
One named after the mighty
And powerful Athene Nike
Join us on this uphill travel
Maybe some mysteries will unravel
While roaming the ancient ruins
Like some pilgriming druids
Rantings Of A Third Kind 