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“Something about history, about the good old times?” Gun Roswell
Acropolis of Athens
Who knows, what happens
In this place of fun
And place of knowledge
The Parthenon, Propylaia and Erechtheion
Just to name a few of them
One named after the mighty
And powerful Athene Nike
Join us on this uphill travel
Maybe some mysteries will unravel
While roaming the ancient ruins
Like some pilgriming druids
“Sometimes, when seaside, take a ride, it’s fun!” Gun Roswell
Palma Nova
The sweetest Rosa
Of the island Mallorca
Welcomes
The weary traveler
A world’s passenger
Come
And take a load off
Forget all that scoff
Enjoy the sunny beach
Watch the waves breach
Colourful and vibrant
Like a water hydrant
The little village by the sea
No better place to be
“The city ever changing, but some things simply remain the same” Gun Roswell
The city might be small in comparison to so many others, but there is no reason, to neglect and not to check out what it has to offer.
It may lay out there far in the north, but having its own mirth, with old school buildings, surrounded by the blue seas, the pearl of the Baltic Sea in a way, so do, stay for a while.
The gadgets small too, with a more than few sights to see, or then a tour around the city skyline, on a boat small but with terrific views, which ever way you choose to travel, this place, will not leave you in peril.
“Travel the world, see, everything!” Gun Roswell
Exactly at noon
When the scorching sun
Hits the zenith
The local marketplace
Starts buzzing with life
As the tourist and other types
Come out to play
There is no shade
And certainly, no shame
As to:
What you do
What you wear
What you eat
Who you look at
Who you talk to
Who you ignore
And don’t forget
The glorious set
Of monuments, buildings
History of any era
When you roam around
The old school agora
The water and sun
Can also be a source of fun
When the day is ending
Then, consider some time
In the harbour spending
“Just because, it’s a seat, right?!” Gun Roswell
A stroll in the heat, of the hottest of summers
Looking, searching, for that perfect place, to stay in and recover
All kinds of taverns and restaurants, all of them me beckoning
A soothing tall and cold drink, for this utter thirst to be lessening
But alas, there is only one place, right ahead
The one, in the nicest, of cooling shades
And there it is, where I will, so totally spend
The rest of this hot of days. until the very end
“to travel broadens the mind, to some extent“ Gun Roswell
ah, to travel and see the world
land, where ever you’re hurled
into a soft comfy bed get curled
find out all the gems and pearls
it’s almost,
like living in a dreamworld
“It usually happens, on Mondays, the blues, Monday blues, but now, it’s just every day…” Gun Roswell
Looking out the window
Window, with a big frame
Frame, so large and pointing to the yard
Yard, between the big houses
Houses, which are built so tightly
Tightly, that you can hardly squeeze
Squeeze your tiny self, between the buildings
Buildings which are forever growing taller
Taller, while me, myself, am growing smaller
Smaller, but not that of my dreams
Dreams, of the wide open sea
Sea, with all the shades of blues and greens
Greens, like the forest hardly ever seen
Seen only, in my, eternal dreams
Dreams, so big, it makes me think
Think, if I will ever be able to see
See the true forest of green or even the wide sea
Sea, where the blues are so cool
Cool as the bluest of skies above
Above he wide open calm ocean
Ocean, which will be never ending
Ending only, if I stop, dreaming
“Travelling can be such fun, unless it’s not” Gun Roswell
After twenty-five years, it was time to set foot on the island of Crete. Yes, years do fly by so fast, it’s better not to start counting backwards, rather use the safe term “a few years ago”. It was interesting to see, what had changed and what had not. Of course, this wasn’t a whole island trip, rather a one week fun packed package holiday in the midst of the working year. But still, there is no law saying, it can’t be enjoyable. But moving on, the island was lush green, as it was spring time and not too many tourists yet, since it was off season.
So, what is the number one thing to do when in Greece? Go to the beach, of course! What else did you think? Well, a beach, pool, spa, any kind of water source really you can find, and believe you me, there are plenty to choose from. All clear, blues and turquoise shades, some with waves and others more calmer soothing places.
Take your pick on the activities, be that sightseeing while hiking up and down the hills. Go fishing and catch a tall tale (at least). Or simply relax and bathe under the sun (better stay under the parasol if you are from the North like me!).
“Sitting on the beach, dreaming of lands beyond the sea, new places and people to see… oh well, some day, out there I’ll find what I seek.” Gun Roswell
Laying on the soft sand
Staring into the horizon
Dreaming of a foreign land
Will I find something grand?
Is there a greater plan?
But, too lazy to leave this strand
So, at least I will get a tan
“Sometimes, hiking can be fun, but when the going gets too rough, well, it’s time for a break!” Gun Roswell
With my trusted hiking boots
I’m on a trek to find my roots
All that is missing, is some juice
But no time to loose
Just follow the goose
Surely, he’ll the right path choose
Which will lead to the moose
Who will treat you to some mousse
Rantings Of A Third Kind 