Leaves of summer
Now leaves of fall
In colourful schemes
Or so it seems
For not too long
Will they go strong
Onto the ground
Their way will be found
And with the groundskeeper’s rake
Into a tall mound
Eventually transforming
Slowly metamorphosing
Catching sleep
Oh so very deep
Through the white winter
Not even a splinter
Can be found
But slowly when Spring time
They come a live
And fill the trees
With all new leaves
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
“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
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
The light droplets of rain
Falling onto the open plane
The air cool and crisp
The wind but a wisp
The nature lush and green
Everything new and clean
Pretty Flower I see
Pretty flower, bending in the wind
Never breaking, just a little shaking
When the blow is really hard
She acts really smart
Bundling up her petals
In a position very protective
Surviving the forces of nature
Without any kind of hatred
Pouring Rain
The rain came pouring in
Hitting hard, on my exposed skin
A summers child caught in weather of cold
Just because someone tricked me and was sold
A sales pitch promising adventure
A bargain with more than the turn of the century
Travel to an exotic land way up in the north
Yeah man, I thought I had it scored!
So now, here I stand in the pouring rain
This ever changing weather driving me insane
Hoping a glimpse of sun to catch
But guess with this climate, i have met my match!
Darkness and Light
‘Twas the darkest of seasons
No way to put a smile on
But a small light was lit
And that was only the beginning of it
Many a more
Turned their lights on
And then the world
Was not so dark anymore
” When in Helsinki, do as the Finns do”
Finns, what a nationality
We have quite the ability
To enjoy ourselves
With life’s simple little things
Sauna, heated to at least eighty degrees
Surely hot enough to melt any cheese
Beating each other with branches of birch
Almost as purifying as absolution in a church
Sisu, the spunk, guts and percistence
We have plenty of through out our existance
Rally drivers, Nokia, Linux and the rest
We only deliver the best
Koskenkorva, pure spirit made out of barley
After drinking, don’t ride your Harley
The Swedes may prefer their Vodka
But for the Finns, it’s pure dogma
We have lakes and forrests in abundance
So please come and join us
For a visit in the green of nature
It won’t leave you denatured
“It’s yellow so it must be pretty” Gun Roswell
Great things
Always come in threes
Even if you sneeze
You will love these
Little yellow things
Brought by spring
Rantings Of A Third Kind 
