A very Cheerfilled Independence Day to Finland! (established 1917)

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“I tried to learn the Finnish language, which is really, really, really hard, and I realised that if I want to really learn it, I just need to figure out the swear words first, because those, are totally effective” Gun Roswell



Our Land (national anthem)

Oh Our Land Finland Fatherland
Echo Loudly Golden Word
No Valley No Hill
No Water Shore More Dear
Than This Northern Homeland
This Precious Land Of Our Fathers
No Valley No Hill
No Water Shore More Dear
Than This Northern Homeland
This Precious Land Of Our Fathers
One Day From Your Bud
You Will Bloom
From Our Love Shall Rise
Your Hope Glorious Joy
And Once Your Song Fatherland
Higher Still Will Ring
From Our Love Shall Rise
Your Hope Glorious Joy
And Once Your Song Fatherland
Higher Still Will Ring

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! 

60?!? Really? It’s but a number, right?

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“Well, it’s another year and another birthday, but is still feel like that rather shabby nineteen year old person I once was!“ Gun Roswell

The writer of this ditty, found a photo of herself when she was an itty-bitty kiddy. Just a toddler seated in her moms lap, a proud parent I guess at that back then in the something somethings when life was so much simpler, at least if the smiles on the faces are any kind of inkling. So guess back then, I really had the world on a string. And adding to that the eagerness to dance and sing or at least perform in some fashion, from a few years on, all that looking back, seemed like a good deal to be inside of and some of the memories are just great, while others, well, those one can always fake, right!?

So, a few decades has now passed, since that selfie of sorts from the past and like the image it self, can last for a long, long time, despite being old and wrinkled, but not I! And yeah, guess I have to admit, that taking to account everything and all I am feeling fine, despite whatever thoughts of darkness might land on my own mind every now and again but hey, that is just time spent too much with myself. And certainly nothing to do with age as that is a simple number on the cake. But yeah, as sometimes in my slumber, bad thoughts occur, but hey, that is fine, as I am fine and most of those surround me are just fine so, putting on a smile for today at least and then a little later on, I will most certainly off of my b-day cake feast.

So whatever ranting this little ditty might be, I will keep on having my birthdays for, well, hopefully eternity. The next goal is set as a hundred and fifty. Yeah I know that sounds so, well science fiction-y. But as I have always planned on living forever, guess that is not such a impossible goal now or even ever.

Valentine

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“Love myself I do, so, am my own Valentine too!” Gun Roswell

A heart for the humanity
A heart for the world
A heart for the animals
A heart for the hurt
A heart for the lucky ones
A heart for the charmed
A heart for my dear one
You are lots of fun
With your phasers on stun
Got me to unarm
A heart for myself
Heck, I just wanted to be heard
Good Lord, what a nerd!
A heart for all of you
And now, you know what to do
Have a happy Wednesday
Have a happy Friends Day
Hell, even have a happy Valentine’s Day!

The New Year has arrived !

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“Another worthless year behind me in which I’d accomplished absolutely nothing!” Gun Roswell

Somehow, managed to muddle through real life, work and family

And for that I had an extra kind of remedy

Getting totally lost in the very land of, fantasy

And staying there for as long as possible

Watch so many favourite shows during the year

Over and over and over, without any fear

The familiar episodes bringing tears but also joy

And that my dear readers, was indeed the ploy!

Managed to output some things too

Stories, articles, poetry accumulating but a few

Over six-hundred-k words typed with bleeding fingers

But seeing someone cheering out there, sent me good shivers

People a few, really good ones too, did I meet

Not that socialising was the thing I was out there to seek?

Becoming somewhat of a hermit, a recluse, pardon the excuse

Of a certain viral strain raising havoc across the plains

Managed to get a few great friends 

And over the internets no less!

We may never see each other face to face

But hey, as long as we share our favourites

That is all I really for the daily grind need

And so, without a doubt:
Happy New Year, just the same!

A snowman for the holidays

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“It’s made out of snow, but has a nose and a bow, or a scarf, guess depending on the person having made the snowman up. Freezing cold outside, alas, never too cold for the bold snowman, standing there, in the yard.” Gun Roswell

xmas-snowman

Frosty the Snowman
Delivering the ultimate plan
For the holiday fan
From here to Milan
Doing the holiday can-can
Just because, he can

Angels and Elves

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“Those mythical figures adorning our homes and perhaps lives, saviours and even spies? Alas, looking rather nice, at least, when staying on them shelves or wherever else they just might dwell.” Gun Roswell

xmas-old-fashioned

Angels and elves,
Where do they dwell?
Filling the shelves perhaps
Putting on spells on us
Ringing the holiday bells maybe
Letting us know not to be lated
Of the seasonal celebrations

And so,
All is now well again

The Jolly Ole Saint Nick

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“Oh Xmas time, oh Xmas time… yeah, so, tis the season after all, so let’s try to have some kind of a ball? Even if some of us might not just subscribe to the general idea of the celebratory time. But yeah, totes put up a tree and some lights, as they do look, kinda nice!” Gun Roswell


The jolly Saint Nick
For some, Father Christmas
To others, Santa Claus

Call him what you will
You will always get your fill
Of happy thoughts and enjoyment
And possibly a nice payment
On Christmas Eve or Day wherever in the world you play
If you only believe

The Seasonal Celebration – Xmas Eve

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“It was the day before the real  xmas, or at least, in some countries it is so, at least” Gun Roswell


Up here, in the North, we celebrate this seasonal holiday, this Xmas time without much of a ball
Even if the trees might have some, but we, us northern dwellers, prefer not to have too much fun
As peace and quiet, are the key words, so not to cause any kinds of riots
When Santa Claus or Father Xmas or Kris Kringle or whichever way you prefer this character of sorts to call
As this one single dude, who will bring us, well not food, but at least some not really needed stuff
And hey, that all should be quite enough, for this time of the year
When we all are mostly gathered together, in a sort of a celebration, without too much fear?

Happy Halloween?

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“Sleeping in the park, on a hard bench? Yeah, well, it happens to people a lot more often than you might think, and it’s not even Halloween!” Gun Roswell

Surrounded by dark and misty air
Missed the very last fare
Sitting on this, park bench
Wishing I had worn a warm trench
The eerie, dark and damp surroundings
Leaving my heart pounding
Not a single soul in sight
On this mystical, scary night
Wrapping my thin coat tighter
My mood getting suddenly lighter
I hear some noises
A car in the distance, approaches
Finally… do I have a ride!?!