“You certainly will become a far better writer by writing and doing so, quite often, but you will also become a better travel writer, and can only happen, by writing lots about travel” Gun Roswell
Lanzarote island revisted, 3
Scenic, are the barren, and now frozen volcanic views Just outside, and beside, the large ocean, so very blue
Here, only softest of soft and utterly fluffy white clouds Has up there high in the skies, their dancing allowed
With so many palm trees everywhere, you think is all you can see But look around, also other things of nature, in abundance, will appear for totally free
And don’t forget the most important aspect, of this impromptu travel arrangement, the sun’s shine, making you want to dance The only and needed, warming, filling, even grilling, but mostly calming, sustenance
“Travel back in time, to the wonderful island, of Lanzarote, but only in my memories and photographs” Gun Roswell
Lanzarote Island revisited
The skies, painted in the most gorgeous colour of blue Clouds, so totally white and fluffy, but luckily, far and few Sun, which seems to be always shining, ever so brightly The pool just outside, now beckoning and oh so inviting
The local, and the original dwellings painted all in white This, magnificent place, oh, definitely is our “campsite” Our home away from home, well, at least, for a week What else could one want, or to be, or even, to see?
But to this gorgeous village in the middle of nowhere to flee On an island no less, in the middle, of the very, very large sea!
“It is once again that time of the year, to go out there, into the wilderness, to check out the bounty and do the harvest of it all” Gun Roswell
Mushy Mushroomy
The daily trip around the familiar park Usually the hight light of the very day As was the quick dash to the local supermarket To pick up some goodies for the evening fest
So, walking the usual route around the moat No, I wasn’t looking for any kind of boat Just taking a stroll in the afternoon’s warming sun Because that is the most of my daily doze of fun
Strolling along, humming off key some old song Which I had heard, apparently years go, or so But who is counting anyway, as getting younger, well Yeah, that is still a thing for us old folks to slay
But, as always, I digress, and never the less What did I spot on the path side, mouth agape open wide As so big was my surprise, of finding these big mushy things Oddly shaped and slimy looking nature created beings
And then, what do I do?
Stopping right there in my very steps Looking around like a psycho for the Feds Then quickly as there is no one around I dive down to the very slippery ground Pull out a small bag I keep in my pocket And start grabbing the mushy things out of their sockets Soon enough the bag is completely full I get up and start running like a fool
Because, oh boy! oh boy! Today, thar will be served mushroom soup!
“The cat sat, in the middle of the road, staring, watching, keeping an eye on her domain, smart!” Gun Roswell
The cat in the middle of the street
The grey coloured cat, look at that Staring us mere Hoomans, right in the eyes
“What on earth”, I huffed, “can she be up to?” “Is she, the much talked about spy?”
The cat did not budge, not one inch, that runt We tried to pass, twice, from left and then from the right But nothing, no not one thing, made this cat twinge So the only option now, would be reasoning? Meow?
“Hey there, little kitty cat, would you think we could possible pass?” I frustrated then asked
The cat just stared at me, as if asking, where the heck is my fee And as if understand the thinking, of this freakish feline, I replied
“Oh, of course, you want a reward, because you know Keeping this street safe from all kind of beings awkward.”
Stating that was like stating the obvious, which I have a knack for So before I realised what I was doing, I was headed towards the nearest store Searching for the best thing, which I could make the guard kitty sing I immediately spotted the cans of tuna, sitting in the stands (Really? Did the shopkeeper and the cat have a secret deal?)
Happily after buying in bulk, back into the street I stalked Seeing the cat there, watching, knowing, heck, most likely humming How much of a sucker the poor Hoomans be But hey, that is just fine for me, as the cats are doing a great job indeed
“Hey kitty,” I cooed slightly
With an open can of fishy smelling treat I hoped and preyed this food would do the thing And as I saw the grey coated cat saunter towards me Carefully and slowly, finally stopping at my feet The signal there was pretty clear:
“Ye shall pass, now that I have my catch!” As if the cat would have said would it actually talk
So, now, watching the cat starting to eat I quickly made my way across the very street I had been granted access by one simple and tiny act To give a thanks and a reward where it was totally apt
“It was supposed to be a regular day at the office, but when I arrived in the early morning hours, something totally odd had happened, and this is the story of that” Gun Roswell
An ordinary day with an ordinary morning, maybe?
When the alarm clock chimed, I slowly stirred and then, started to whine It was way too dark and way too early, to get up and about, even with a try But alas, this poor lass, could not start the complaint process just yet Since it was, so early and the time, to get up from the comfortable bed
On the way out, there was a shout, just behind me, as I had once again, completely forgot To take my pre-prepared lunch with me, for you see, I too, sometimes, do have to eat Then without further ado, I punched the pedal to the metal to hurry myself to the streets Because today, I had to get in early, like the worm and the birdy, you know that tales plot!
The day still beginning, and I really did not feel like singing, so just listening in To the radio and the same old tunes, playing each day, when I was on my way Little though, had I prepped for what awaited me on the log, when trying to find my parking spot The scene in front of me unfolding, quite the visual spectacle, or so I am telling
Nothing short out of a breath, I suddenly halted on my very taken step Glaring, gazing, totally amazing and in complete awe, of what it was that I saw What ever the object up there hovering above in the still dark skies Could be anything from a flying object to the obviously sun’s shine
What ever it was, is for the viewer of the image or the listener of this tale to decide Because me, myself, and I am still staring at the very image with my mouth open wide What ever happened there, in the early morning hours in that very parking lot Well, it was what it was, and the rest, well, that is a tall tale to be told with a varied plot!
“The storm is the most gorgeous thing you’ll ever see, with the lighting striking across the skies, that is, if you are able to stay safely indoors in a warm house!” Gun Roswell
Stormy weather at midnight
A few minutes past midnight I got quite the unexpected fright When suddenly, a flash of bright light Struck across the now darkened skies
There was no sound to be heard For long moments the air just seems undisturbed Then, the loud rumbling shook the earth As lighting struck each and every nerve
The pouring rain soon followed Pounding the ground until it was almost hollow The dog walkers of late tried to follow The trails now gone, only running on shallow
The weather from the calm and easy Had soon turned to something sleazy What seemed like a nice change of pace Had become a totally unpleasant else
For several hours the storm in each corner howled Like something out of a scary movie it pummelled The trees to each direction in the hurricane level winds were pulled As nature had released it’s forces upon us all in full
After watching the display through the window safe I had dosed off to a restless sleep in short waves But as morning light cracked against my eyes The nature was calm again, without any signs of strife
“So many pretty things pop up during the summer season, the nature is unbelievably gorgeous all around!” Gun Roswell
Flowers and berries, oh my!
The pretty white flowers in the corners of the yards You can walk alongside and get so very far The endless fields of the flora of the season What could be a far better reason Than to venture outdoors and spend a day In the great outdoors with a worry or care
The berries soon will be popping up The garden filled with all kinds in a huff Just make sure to collect them all Before the arrival of the colliding fall Then you have a supply for the winter long To eat, bake and then you’ll grow strong!
But even without them fine berries Just remember, the summer will be ending Make sure you get out there once in a while Before sitting inside leaves you in a puddle of bile The most important thing about the season Is to enjoy it freely without care or a reason
“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?
“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!
