Three times the seat under the shade

“Sometimes, when it’s really hot, the sun is shining above, it’s good to find a place to relax for a moment, preferably in the shade with a very cool drink” Gun Roswell


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 ‘xplaining 
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 

Visiting the neighbours (suburban life)


“Sometimes, the coolest places can be found just around the corner, even here, in suburbia, no matter the weather though, as it’s summer!” Gun Roswell


When visiting a neighbouring suburbia
You may end up getting a hernia
When trying some moments to snap
And into the skylights tap
Watch out for the heavy traffic
Or get yourself into something catastrophic

Run over the streets quickly
But keep that camera clicking
Presto and Voila!
Before you get to say ha!
Make sure all your body parts are there
If not, then someone might get a spare
So now, the tours have ended
And indeed, twas time well spent

Life too is a beach!

“The beach is calming, at least, if there is no storm about to be forming!” Gun Roswell

Sun, water and sand,
One of each
And in the middle,
You, the reddest peach
Then life really is,
A beach
Or then it’s simply
A dream?

Life, is a Beach?

“Life is a dream, especially when living it on a beach!” Gun Roswell

When all them troubles
Are certainly out of reach
And every single meal,
Is a feast…
That would simply be
Life, on the beach!

We’re headed to the seaside, in the middle of the town!

“Sometimes, there is water in the middle of the city, or is the city by the shore?” Gun Roswell

This, is the scenery
Which is, greeting thee
As thee be arriving
And into, the port gliding
To the City of Helsinki!

The early morning reveals a sunrise!

“The cliche of a sunrise, well, it just makes me smile to look at it, that’’s all, the sunrise I mean, not the cliche!“ Gun Roswell

Walking on an empty beach in the early morning hours simply to reach, that best spot on the sandy shore, to catch the first rays of the dawn. Making my space on this on specific place as I wait with patience for the spectacle of the morning display to come alive because without that special thing to be seen, I am not able my day to begin, rather falling to a pit of darkness, caring less of it all, and that is no way to be living.

But I am staying strong, knowing the ball of fire will not take long, to make its appearance like it always does. And it is simply because if a day would happen, without seeing at least of glimpse of that one shiny thing high up in the skies, then most of us would likely die and that is no lie. As the bright and fiery star even from a far, give us all that we need to survive and if we are smart, we keep on worshiping the bright bringers of life each and every morning, as it rises over the horizon.

Sitting at the seashore, pondering of life?

“Life, death, life, things that nature, always come to mind, when sitting in absolute silence, by the seaside” Gun Roswell


Life is but a dream.
Or so, it could quite easily seem.
When seated at the soft and sandy beach.
The calming blue waters gently flapping against the shores.
Some would say the silence and the calm would be a bore.
But for those of us waiting to simply ponder about all the wonders around.
Well, noting could be farther from the truth so sound
As both older people and some of the youth, need that special time, feeling fine.
Simply, by sitting down and letting only the mind.
Wander.

A very rough day at the Seaside

“The sea is mighty rough, some days, for sure. But most of the time it’s calm and soothing.“ Gun Roswell


The roars of the waves as they keep on hitting the rocky shores, the howling winds in the background rubbish there store, well, it all could be a bore, so much crap going on, the day dull and grey, without seemingly any rest on display.

Alas, there is one distant gleam of hope to be seen in this, the darkest and dullest of scenes, a ray of sunshine peeking through the thick layer of clouds which still the skies heavily shroud, but being patient, allowing the wait, sitting there without hurry or worry, and then soon enough, it will appear.

By the seaside, in nature open wide


“By the seaside, near the ocean open wide, cannot help but smile” Gun Roswell


When the soaring sun beckons outside
It’s time to pack a rucksack and head into the open wide
To really enjoy what nature has to offer
Even if it is just a few hours to go for

So out and about, a smile on your face
Get out there and find your happy place
Whether be it the forest or the open seas
There is really no place rather to be

Than out there, somewhere, to be present
In the here and now, maybe even meeting with a cow
Spend the time with a friend
Because you’ll never know, when the time ends

Red and Green is something to be seen!

It’s getting all Christmasy, but in the month of July” Gun Roswell

 

Painted in contrast, by nature itself
Buy the work today, do not hesitate
It will be gone tomorrow
So go see them right there, down in the meadow!