Sunset and the Lake

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“Sunset by the lake, taking a slow boat across the moat, just to watch the spectacle” Gun Roswell

It’s no fake, the setting sun playing, the vivid colours laying all across the sky and land

It’s that time of the day, the setting of the sun at hand

Folks gathered from both near and far, just to have a glimpse of the spectacle, observing with mouths ajar
Those daring, will try to reach the sun and the sky, before it’s too late

Slipping in their boats across the large size moat of a lake, without time to hesitate

Rowing, rowing, rowing their tiny hearts away, just to bask in the display

Fishing boats

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“The bluer is the water, the better is the view, at least from the small sailing ship, making its way across the cool and calming hues“ Gun Roswell


The bluest blue hue of all the blues, shining across the high seas, beckoning for the weary soul, to find their way towards those very inviting waves.

As the hard life on the land is quite hard at least, that is where the blame is laid and so, taking off, the ground so very rough, fleeing to the seas, getting away, way out there where the eyes even can’t see.

Through the looking glass

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“Mirror, mirror in the wormholes” Gun Roswell


As through the vibrating looking glass I go
Time itself will come to a stall
Then, I let myself gently into the abyss fall 

The world of my own reflected
On the other side upside down detected
Something so similar but different than never expected 

I find myself in a parallel universe
When I had set the gear in full reverse 
Then I touch the liquid and the image is disturbed 

It’s almost as looking into a mirror
Everything getting so much nearer 
The image is slowly getting clearer 

When I finally reach my destination
There really is no more comparison 
It’s all too different by definition 

But it’s fine for the time being
As my alter ego I am seeing
With the same quirks, is quite freeing 

Knowing some things never change
Even in another and different place 

I still carry myself with the same old face 

Wing side above the clouds

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“Sitting, wing side, contemplating, of something…” Gun Roswell


Taking a short trip, some self related things to fix
Choosing a seat, close to the window, so neat
The views are floating by, when I am sitting this high
Land, clouds, even the sun, this trip, might be lots of fun
The engine of the vessel humming, as I am too, humming
Transfixed in the scenery, there is no clearer view
Than on this wing side, the world before me, so divine
Mind drifting to other worlds, beyond, where this machine cannot me hurl
But confident the next stop, will be the pop
Or at least a week filled getaway, to enjoy my stay
Because, before returning back to the grind, I need to find
Some peace, at least, within this own bodily beast

Red in the harbour during sunset

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“Sailing away, to far away lands… or at least now, that the sun is setting, getting, home is enough for the weary traveller, right?” Gun Roswell

The setting sun, is the time indicator, time has past flown, and so now, setting the helm towards home, is the best option, perhaps the only option to follow.

As adventure, can always wait, for tomorrow will be another day, for sure, and the lure, of the far away lands always present, never letting the traveller at peace.

So, either a restless night, without sleep, depending of course, how deep, the thoughts of the ventures ahead are, the smart ones, will figure a way, to set sail, even when with little if no sleep.

But before you get in there too deep, remember, to eat, and have plenty of coffee, as the adventure will take time long, at least, until the next sunset is upon.

The utter concentration

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“The dusk setting in, final rays of the sun, painting colours over the water and land, but the pix snappers work is never done, as this is where the fun only just begins” Gun Roswell

That perfect moment, only there for a second, concentration of the essence as the need to capture the very scene, is vital, mental even for the snapper of every which event happening all around and everywhere

Hysterics is the best way to describe the mood, of the snapper, having clicked, way too soon, but sometimes, they might just succeed and the perfect capture is presented right there, on the screen

But, these days, even with all the fancy technology, devices plentiful and always at hand, pun intended, the moments go past so fast, the hand eye coordination cannot fathom what happened and so, the blurry snaps, filling the storage fast

Still, if even one of the millions, is as good, a stamp of approval there should be put, then a happy face on the snapper will replace, the permascwol usually present

Then again, what is considered a good or great snap, is debatable, just check out the facts out there on the world wide internets.

The Path So Far

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“Just remember, if we do indeed get caught, you’re deaf and blind, and I, really can’t speak one single word of English!”

It was the olden times, the year nineteen eighty-five
When I did and hitched a ride
And so, ever since that time
The two of us, have been together tightly tied

Just like, well sugar and spice
Perhaps even Abbott and Costello, those guys
And whatever else have you
It’s always the us, the two

I am still rather amazed
And feeling totally graced
That someone would stare at my odd face
For forty odd years on straight!

So thanks for all this time, my sweetest of hearts
Let’s just try to make it to the very next part
And add another forty or more to the cart
After all, it’s really not that far!

As all said and done the most important thing
Which makes one really want to sing
Being that one good one to have, that one person
Who will support you without any given reason

As is
No matter how serious
Or delirious
Life can get
I will bet
You will still be the one
Who I can most rely on
To go absolutely
And completely
Bonkers with
And ain’t that 
The perfect hit!

Happy 40 years anniversary my sweet! 

Hanging up here!

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“Look! I’m on top of the world Ma!?” Gun Roswell


I was put here on total display Much to my own undesire and dismay
Nobody bothered to ask me if I wanted to stay 

So here I just hang until the end of the day 

I am not discarded nor broken Nor am I anyone’s special token
But I surely used to be for spoken 

Dunno no, if that applies anymore, just hoping 

So some one please come and get me
You can ride me even to the sea
My pedals and saddle are still complete
So hope on and let me drive you easily 

Sunsets in one, two, three!

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“Sunset is mother nature’s movie of the night, but much prettier and oh so very bright!” Gun Roswell

Summer memories from a distant land
Holding, treasuring, in my hand
Remembering all the times spent
By the seashore, looking for something heavens sent


Keeping a close eye
Trying something to spy
A spectacle of enormous proportions
Which this darkening night brightens
The sunset most magnificent
Viewed by present day onlookers just like the ancients
Nature art spread across the night skies
There within, the truth of life lies

Cottage in one, two, three!

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“Summer fun in so many cottages, it’s getting to a point of annoying really! ” Gun Roswell

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