“So many windows all over,, but none of them doors!” Gun Roswell
A window, facing, the open sea
Allowing, a whole new world, to be seen
Do not try, from the life, outside, to hide
Open the window, and let the breeze inside
Enjoy the sounds and smells
Even the sunlight and thundery rain
Follow the birds, and their play
Soon, from the window sill, you’ll never leave again
“Snow fell, once again, it must be winter?” Gun Roswell
In the early morning hours
When in to the day adventuring
The air crisp and nature frozen
Of the wet snow during the night fallen
Trying hard not to sink in
As in the soft powder hard to stand
A pair of tire tracks to walk in
As the snow covers most of the land
Looking at the skies
For some star me to guide
The redness of it all
Makes me stare in awe
In the midst of toughest winter times
It really is hard for any green grass to find
But appreciating the beauty around me
As soon enough , summer winds will me besiege
“Smile despite the onions” Gun Roswell
A face with a smile
Appeared onto my bread made of rye
Eating it, getting so high
“Shopping old school” Gun Roswell
Handmade goods and knickknacks sold
Inside the old Market Hall in each
And every stall, bargains made
“Good people go to heaven, but bad people go to Hell-sinki?” Gun Roswell
The notorious part of the town
Clad in a glorious white gown
Don’t let the history fool you
Sit down on a bench for the view
Beautiful in summer or winter
No longer a sore splinter
Of the great city of Helsinki
“The snow always falls when you are not looking, at least it seems that way, especially when you standing there waiting with a shovel!” Gun Roswell
The snow, does not wait for anyone, rather falls where it may, especially when the weather is too cold for rain or sleet so, without the heat, all of it, landing wherever it may, will freeze, thus laying a protective cover, all over the place. And if you are lucky enough to get a sunny day in your zone, then those frozen particles of snow, will most certainly get to shine and glow in the warm but cold sun shine all day, or rather short day long up in the North.
So, whether you are a fan of the winter, the cold and harsh environment, where all is frozen and covered with snow, then this season will most likely be treating you with all kinds of nice. But if you are a total hater of the cold and cannot stand to even look outside, well, maybe just take one small peak, because no matter hater of lover, this snowy treat of a cover, where the whole place looks like it is frozen in time, will certainly give you a small smile.
“Low paid dead end job without any prospects for improvement” Gun Roswell
Each day, slaving away
No thanks, no rewards
Just expected to score
Working for the man
As best as I possibly can
Always stretching, always reaching
Considered the reliable one
Never any time for fun
More was always expected
And doing that your own life neglected
When its finally time for rest
You had done your very best
The walls came up
With a loud puff
You can take the time, but no pay
That is what they strictly said
If you want pleasure
A time for some leisure
Do it on your own dime
Do not waste our time
Alas, I am now broke
Almost having a stroke
There is no winning
The corporates just keep on stinging
Do you hear me singing
No, never, I think I will give in
Throw in the towel and start walking
The narrow path
How long can it last
After all?
“Shades of grey and then, light – summer is here, right? Not just yet!” Gun Roswell
Living, in the shadows
In all shades of grey
Before going, to the gallows
I need to see, the day
Stepping, into the light
The first time, without a fright
Before entering, the eternal night
I am giving up, the fight
Washing, my face, with rays
Of sun, never seen, in this place
I know, this is, out of grace
Before leaving, to outer space
Stepping, carefully, in and out
Back to the shade, the light so loud
This is how my path was laid
Even if, this, is not what I prayed
If time, once again, me allows
I will remain, a while, in the hollow
Between, light and shadow
Walking the path, so narrow
“Salty and sweet anyone?” Gun Roswell
Bread, made of whole rye
All so healthy, and that’s just fine
Cheese, of the lightest of kind
On top a few onions, and maybe some wine
Food, disappearing off the plate
What was fully stacked has now been ate
If you dared to arrive really late
Then nothing for you, but a hungry state
After all has been consumed
There remains only one more thing to do
When the colour plate forward is brought
Everyone digging in, as it was everything they sought
Bonbons yummy, with liquorice and chocolate hidden inside
Trying them equally for all to divide
But when you think it’s your turn, all but one gone
So, only thing to do, is go and get some more
“Producing electricity to one and all – windmills!” Gun Roswell
The tall windmills
Cannot stand still
In a stormy winds
Tethered to the ground
Always, spinning around
So, do not stare too long
Producing energy
For your home electricity
History for the city
Windmills made in three
Overlooking the seas
Never running out of steam
Rantings Of A Third Kind 