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“When Friday arrives, we’ll get on with the jives and then out there, on a boat fly” Gun Roswell
Boating Friday
When the waters are us beckoning
With their crystal clears and totally blues
There is no point in resisting
Just put on some casuals and also the mood
It’s the end of the working week for some
And that always means, a lot of Friday fun
As in to the harbour’s hustle and bustle
We are steering ourselves with working muscles
Soon the boats are filled with passengers
All of us, who are here for the adventures
Well, at least for a day or two
Because usually it happens, really soon
That Monday is at the doorstep awaiting
And for us that means no second, no hesitating
Alas, let’s enjoy the forty-eight hours or so
Before back to the dread we must go
“When in Paris, the good times cherish”
Gun Roswell
A Trip to Paris
Take a ride around the town
Many a choices for a vehicle can be found
A bike ride safe and most simple
But with a hot car, your face may get more dimples
Down under, there are many a wonder
When riding the public transit, in a metro most fancy
Or maybe you prefer a blast from the past
In a pink car oh so very fast
“When in Paris, the good times cherish”
Gun Roswell
A Trip to Paris
Odds and ends in this city you will find
People, objects, art and places to unwind
Although, my trip very short and well timed
I will try to see it all and keep it in my mind
With my camera ready and aligned
Now it’s just a matter to step into the grind
“When in Paris, the good times cherish”
Gun Roswell
A Trip to Paris
Oh Paris, Paris
I want to look at thee
With everything, I see
I don’t ever want this place to flee
For, to all the places I have the key
And now, I am feeling happy and fancy free
Oh Paris, Paris
The everlasting city
“Because it is a seat”
Old Town Respite
Sit down, slowly
Have a rest, boldly
In the old town, it’s the best
No need, for any kind of stress
After all, it’s Sunday, the time for less
“Cats rule the world.” Jim Davis
Caturday on Kos Island
“Are you looking at me?
You, looking, me?”
“Nah, I’m just resting here for a while
It’s cool, hope you don’t mind!”
“Well, as long as you remember,
You are in my turf now
So just move along before the clock hits September!”
“Take the ever-changing scenic route, around the small clear lake, that’s just so damned good!” Gun Roswell
The Scenic Route
Again, Monday, really came, too soon
But that’s alright, you stupid old fool
Since you are not going, to any kind of school
And then, even the working day, was totally doomed
Yes, that is the ever existing Monday mood
Luckily, the weather, was sunny yet cool
And what came next, well, you just knew
There really was no good reason to stay inside
And on top of that, make a gloomy face and plain hide
Rather, to take, a good long hike outside
In the great and good nature, open wide
With the eye shades on, then, step into the light
And stating, this scenic route, with a big smile
As there is nothing more so completely healing
Than, when the nature is truly revealing
It’s awesome energetic power and thus sealing
Into, it’s calming embrace, this small human being
“Something foggy this way comes” Gun Roswell
Overcast
The misty air descended
Around the mountain side well defended
Bringing in the eeriest of feel
For the local dwellers with to deal
The sunny side now completely gone
Where the blue shaded fog takes a hold
The cold air surrounding
All the sea and land compounding
A long moment to be shared
Everyone feeling properly scared
On a day of October thirty first
And on it’s eve, following second
“The elements morphing into colours, and then, into edible odours too”Gun Roswell
Blue is an odour too
The colours of the deepest blue
Were totally shining though
Which ever way you just looked
Land or sea, you would not believe
Even the sky, in total gleam
And, in the most gorgeous shades seen
Eliciting alluringly odours
In the form of the deepest of blue colour
Each more powerful than the other
So much so, you could almost taste a few
Those mighty and strong, yet cool, colours of blue
The elements soon, coming alive
In all the gorgeous shades so divine
The feeling of blues sipping inside
There really is no where else to hide
So strong the calling of the ever so fine
As of blue, there is really no denying
Rantings Of A Third Kind 
