“Sometimes a human mind just cannot fathom the summer is gone and so, thinking it is warm and nice, while venturing to the great outdoors!” Gun Roswell
Going on a picnic Come snow, hail or shine After all, it is still Summer, right? Despite being September month? Hoping not to get sick Sitting on the beach Shivering with cold The warmth at arms reach It’s summer I was told Not time for mission abort Should not have worn shorts The rain soon falls Drops like thick walls Clothes getting wetter Running to shelter Looking for a hide Getting inside Cold and wet And unfed Cursing and swearing Of this life unfairing Looking outside again Hoping no more rain What the f…k? The sun is back up!
“So, the summer is over and hey, that is just fine alas, the warmth, the colours, nature is still pretty much alive, and so, I urge you to take a hike, a small walk, out there, in the open air!” Gun Roswell
The nature is still out there, Guess it will always be, At least that is the hope, Not a fear, No summer, doesn’t mean a bummer, As long as winter stays away!
“It’s the very last day, officially, of Summer, the month ending, summer ending, nature, going to sleep, and soon enough, the snow will be landing, so go, get out there, take a breather amongst the colours of Summer!” Gun Roswell
Roaming around the Hood Because the weather was really good Clouds floating in the blue sky Wishing if only I could fly The sun warm on my skin Melting the coldest of Finns Colours burning bright Ideas taking flight Snap, click, snap, click Hoping to score some great pics So here they are I didn’t walk too far But still got a great bunch In a time it takes to have lunch
“We are all ready for our close-ups, dear photographer, hurry up as soon, we shall all fall into a deep slumber for the Winter” Gun Roswell
When the nature has shed Summer’s green The colours of red Is all that is seen Leaves and berries Even the cherries Shining brightly So tread lightly When stepping into nature
“The nature soon going to sleep, the August ending, the Summer ending, enjoy it while it’s still alive and well!” Gun Roswell
The last warm days Before the cold rains It is time to prepare But do not despair Summer may be ending The nature surely changing Soon it will be autumn But the colours Will be awesome
“The yacht or big big ship, whatever the name for it, it’ll fare you across the huge waters!” Gun Roswell
Boats and ships Fully equipped For a trip Filled with fun Under the sun Or just a weekend layover In some other land Somewhere close Back by Monday If you can
“Old school, with paddles, not up the creek but across the lake” Gun Roswell
The boat awaits So better not hesitate As even with a slow boat like this one It’s now or never, Setting the tone to fun Rowing away from the land Well, as far as you can Even if it’s just across the lake
“There is nothing so old, nor useless you cannot recycle for a new usage” Gun Roswell
A boat filled with flowers Was a little too crowded for the rowers So instead, they rode a lawnmower Before the grass grew any taller Yeah, it was a sure surprise For everyone involved
“Going fishing today, after all, it’s a free day, or Friday, what ever you want to call it, I am outta here!” Gun Roswell
Today is the day, when I am getting myself a life, living that is, instead of existing, or at least, that is the grand plan! To be honest, this has been the plan for the past year or so, to get out my fishing gear and simply, just go, to get out there, and have some fun. Granted, fishing might not be a top choice, or even a good choice, but it would be the once for me today, as it was the last of the working days and I needed to get out of the house. And, as there was a nearby fishing village, with small boats to rend kind of cheep-ish, I knew what I was going to do on my one day off. Getting my gear together, I was soon out the door, and even if there was not going to be a big fishy score, the point was to just get out there to the shore, hop inside a dingy, and row, row, row out there, spending a day without care.
So, after a short peddle on my bike, towards the harbour now in sight, I stepped off and went to the shore, to get me some lures, the wormy kind at that, as I wanted to go all retro to the bat. Next step, was to get some snacks, as no day would be perfect without the editable as I wasn’t counting on the fish to bite. Besides, I could not very well eat them raw, sushi never being a favourite so what ever catch would have to be properly prepared, stirred, fried and what ever it took. Next step was then to rent the vessel, a small one with a miniature motor, and good looking oars, as today, was all about them chores. After the deal, was sealed, I was finally able to set sail, or rather take the paddles to my hands, and start my venture off land. What better way, to spend a free Friday!
Spending all day long, on the lulling waves just outside the shore, not daring to be too adventurous, after all, the tiny ship was hardly able to compete with the ships tall. And when the sun started setting, I was off the hooks getting, with a few fish as a reward, most likely a dinner for tomorrow. It was time to head back home, this time using the motor as my arms were sore, all day long spent fishing, so guess that was to be expected, which was fine, I dejected as they would be worse tomorrow, after so much exercise, but hey, I wanted to live the life, so here I was, a fishing person, heading to shore after a long day spent on the waters edge, but hey, I had scored, fish being my reward of the day!
Rantings Of A Third Kind 