“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
“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!
“The sun is setting, the skies looking like a painting, with so much of the colour of red used, well, it’s gorgeous so who am I to complain?” Gun Roswell
“The sky is on fire, the sky is on fire!”
The peasant from the ancient times shouted As the red clouds into the skies sprouted Running as fast as he could Before the skies on him fall would
Simply out of fear Not knowing of the beauty so near Shivering in his cellar Like an old yeller
Some hundreds years later Not a sunset hater Eagerly awaiting A sunset most breathtaking
“Make sure to choose the perfect seat whenever you need to sit down, but especially, when having a meal, lunch comes to mind” Gun Roswell
Time for lunch Possibly even brunch Find your way Where all the others stay No need to pay Just sit down and for a while stay Have some chicken Which is good as finger licking Maybe afterwards Some mini cakes quite sticking Or if you want something healthy You do not need to be weatlhy Just grab some melons Cantaloupe or honey No, not trying to be funny It’s all there Nothing has been spared For your vacation Is most important to this station To make you happy And maybe later, Time for a nappy!
Rantings Of A Third Kind 