Stormy weather at midnight

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“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

Flowers and berries, oh my!

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“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

Elements of Water

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“The elements of nature, can be sometimes harsh, other times, they can be soft, calm and a refreshing balm for this tired, human body” Gun Roswell

Elements of Water

The blue and endless waters with the soft sandy beaches, beckoned this weary traveller, before becoming too bored

The lure of it all, oh so tempting, and before I knew what was happening, I had made my way to the end of the very shore

The waves softly, even gently, splashing, against the solid rocks, the sand so soft beneath my shoes and socks

The nature, with a full knowledge of its certain affect, on this poor soul, as it made me all the way to this gorgeous site venture

And before the day was done, and I had all the possible fun, this place had become my most treasured adventure

Acropolis revisited, part 5

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“Contrasting against the ever blue skies, as, the remaining tall structures against the backdrop fly, then, now and forever, they will never die” Gun Roswell 

Acropolis revisited, part 5

The skies above our heads, are always so blue
The ground below, soft and of a sandy hue
The rocks of the ruins, which are the building blocks
Now mostly scattered, as about and everywhere they flock
But some of the structures, still remain
Stranding forever tall, reining, on their designated domain 
Even the powerful and all mighty time itself, cannot tear down the one
Which this small of a humankind once had so proudly done
Sure, now, the buildings are all mostly in ruins 
But that does not matter, as the best winnings 
Against time and nature itself, are still very much present
And history, our made history, has once again won without reset

Acropolis revisited, part 4

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“As approaching the ancient ruins of yesteryear, there is really no fear, simply step inside and let it all enter, your very mind” Gun Roswell

Acropolis revisited, part 4

The pillars still standing tall, reaching towards the skies
Reaching towards those once settling inside the walls
The walls now hollowed by the elements of nature 
Nature, who does not care of the past, present or the future 
The future, which hopefully will be welcoming our history 
Our history now being written alongside the ancient ones
The ancient ones whom built the monuments on which we now
We now stand inside and admire, silently wishing to be part of
Part of it all, as the new ones in the future visit our ruins made
Ruins made out of the dwellings we used to stay in
Stay in our precious homes we too did build 
Build to last, alas most likely not as long as the ones here
Here on the top of the mountain talk, the mighty pillars 
The mighty pillars from a long ago stand so tall
Tall, and forever remaining here, now and to the future
The future without us, they will see without us

Acropolis revisited, part 3

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“Travel the world, experience the drama, the horror, the comedy, of real life and then, go to a theatre to see it played out by actors, to get the full picture of the interpretation of life” Gun Roswell

Acropolis revisited, part 3

The old amphitheatre of yesteryear once filled with thousands
Now sits there torn down, a few scattered rocks they call ruins
Once the great actors of their time pranced across the stage
Now only the echos of the voices in there remain
But, you can always use your own imagination
Take a seat by the circular construct without hesitation
And let it run wild and far, until you can see all those stars
Of the times from the very past will arrive with a fancy jive
Thespians doing their shows, dressed up in fancy robes
Reading, sining, talking, maybe even dancing
Soon enough you will be caught in a scene quite fancy
And when the play finally ends, it has been time, so well spent
The daylight now almost gone, as you have sat on the stones
But the events of the history will never be forgotten
As long as we remember and cherish the times both good and rotten

Acropolis revisited, part 2

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“To travel to new lands, strange places, to review the current life over there, but also the history, which sometimes turns out to be more interesting” Gun Roswell

Acropolis revisited, part 2

The faces from the distant past
Preserved for the present, in plaster to last
The historical figures, such as gods and goddesses
Even some of the more regular folks no less
Were all, immortalized in clay
Their strong posture and pretty faces, to forever stay
For the prosperity to, well, stop by and stare
But hey, this is our history revealed
And if you think about it, indeed
I would not mind getting my own simple face
In concrete, stone or whatever strong to stay
As gorgeous, or pretty, or whatever, as it can, anyway
Because this mug isn’t so great to start with
Still, if it was to happen, goddess forbid
I definitely, and most certainly, would not resist
But that is for the future onlookers to decide
Whether this, well, somewhat uggo face with a crooked smile
Is worth for to write about in all the history books
As to, what really was the common looks
Of this so called two-thousand of a century
As nothing else here, I can see, is too fancy
No alluring wizards or other types, maybe sea hags and such
Definitely no mountains filled with deities in lust
Just some random tech we maybe invented on the run
Some stupid  television shows of comedies just for the fun
Anyway, so I guess the message of this little ditty really was
That, hey, history, go see it, it’s a total must!

Acropolis revisited, part 1

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“To travel to far away lands, even if only in memories, now at hand, is better than the everyday grind, but even in those places, there are little things you can find, to keep away the daily grind” Gun Roswell

Acropolis revisited, part 1

When walking up, the many, many steps, which seem to last forever
Especially in this heat of season in Greece, I suspect, that one equals eleven
But despite the long and somewhat rickety and rocky way up
I know, at the top, there will be a reward as big and might as a duck

As the steps finally, finally end, and, yeah, there is oh so much sweat to spend
It is all quite fine, because some of us (laughs out loud), can turn any kind of water, into wine
So, now, the first thing, you need to absolutely do, is to go check out the gorgeous view
Because even with the preserved old photographic image, nothing beats the live experience

And, please, trust me, when I tell you, that this is all way perfect!
The history and these, well, modern times colliding, in this place always inspiring
And, if you don’t believe me, then maybe, you just make sure to get out here
Yeah, I know, when the time is right, right? Then, run to book a flight!

> To Greece, to Athens, and head up to, the always lovely Acropolis!

Farmer in the making?

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“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?

Sunday in the shade

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“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!