Life, reflected, on the beach

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“Life, death, life, things that nature, always come to mind, when sitting in absolute silence, by the seaside” Gun Roswell


Life is but a dream. 
Or so, it could quite easily seem. 
When seated at the soft and sandy beach. 
The calming blue waters gently flapping against the shores. 
Some would say the silence and the calm would be a bore. 
But for those of us waiting to simply ponder about all the wonders around. 
Well, noting could be farther from the truth so sound
As both older people and some of the youth, need that special time, feeling fine. 
Simply, by sitting down and letting only the mind. 
Wander.

The lighthouse at then end of the pier

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“Walking to the very end of the pier, well, look around, you don’t have to be a seer, to predict this outcome!” Gun Roswell

Predictions of a good view? Reserved, for the chosen few?

Hardly those as at all, as anyone could walk down the long way, finding the same display, as the rest of us could see gleaming from the seashore, never a bore, is the greeting for us in store.

The blues across the horizon, whether the sun or moon is on the rising.
Whatever the time of the day, it does not matter as this, this is the best place.

The end of the pier, is where the sights so dear are seen.
So, why would anyone want to go anywhere else at all?

Well, simply because, this place is not reachable by most.
And maybe the seaside is not even your very special thing.

But whatever the case is, whether you love or maybe even hate it.
Just try it once, take that walk down the long pier and who knows.

Maybe you too, will become a believer of the moon, the sun and even
The view at the end of the pier.

The water’s edge?

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“Spending my day by the waters edge, sitting on the ledge, pondering about life, and the is all just so very fine” Gun Roswell

The day quite warm and skies above clear, without any kind of stormy weather to fear
Taking the long scheduled daily stroll, towards a special destination never, ever dull
That certain one place, where time almost always stays, perfectly still, and the only chill
Is from the cool and calming breeze, blowing inward land there from the high seas 
Which lets you finally breathe with so much more ease, than how the inland feels
And as you make your way, to the very end of the pier and your eyes will their claim lay
Onto the blueness surrounding the over all wild scenery, the wide waters and the skies
You will know immediately as you take in the total sum of the sight, you will want to stay 
In this calming sootiness of a cocoon, forever and then maybe even one more day 

White sandy beach

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“The beach beckons on a sunny day, just on the sand to lay” Gun Roswell

The seaside
In the early morning
Sun not yet set to scorching
Sand, totally warm and white
Water so very clear
Tip a toe in
Maybe take a short swim
After all that
Simply relax
Lay, on your back
Life is a beach after all
That, is just a matter of fact

In the calm of a very small harbour

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“The small spaces are the most comfortable ones, with little if no people present, and so, there is always calm without the puns” Gun Roswell

The small harbour waiting for the daily dose of people, on their way out to the great seas, perhaps some fishing to do or simply, for a leisure cruise, no matter what the purpose, the early morning always means some hassle. And then, the traffic jam is gone and left alone, are those few vessels, whom did not have any takers, at least, not today, but if they are lucky, then tomorrow someone them will be picking, for a ride out there to the lasting waves.

But, if you are not really a sea farer, not really, but you love the seaside, then why don’t you arrive to the harbour, just after the rush hour, fully prepared mind you, with a picnic basket in tow, even if you do not plan out there to row. The harbour life can be as much fun to mere observe of life, as getting out there in the open air of the waters, because a lot of stuff is going around all over the place in a small harbour area supposedly quiet, if you keep your eyes and ears peeled, and then interesting people, tall tales and other kinds of things, you me just be able to see and hear, and that is happening all in the calm of the small harbour environment.

Crisscross around the calm of the bay 

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“On a glorious summer’s day, crisscrossign around the bay, without a care of time or anything other chime, soon though, this holiday, will be over.“ Gun Roswell 

The day sunny and warm, great as a matter of fact just after the storm. The question remained as to what would be the best way to spend it, as time left now was plenty. The calm between the weathers ever changing and really no time for complaining. The only choice really was to rejoice and pump up that feeling of having some fun out there in the warming sun. 

Hitting the beach and finding a small boat so totally sleek. Then jumping right in an d hitting the blue waves, and cruising all day long before the winds once again would get too strong. Crossing the bay and then back again. Like a merry go round only better in so many ways. As it was on the seaside the waters making your smile. And the ride, well that too was quite wild.

In essence the day going fast by as having fun will apparently turn the clocks wind to faster than usual but still, taking a break in the midst of a stormy seasonal shake. Well what could be more greater than crisscrossing around on this small size lake.

Hoist the sails!

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“It’s always good to get to the seaside for a boat ride, no matter what size it might just be“ Gun Roswell

As the weekend finally begins, it is also the time for the heart to sing, not just because it is the end of the working week once again, but also because this means, setting trail for the seaside and then it is only a matter of time to hoist the sails and steer the boat towards the setting sun, or at least that will follow later, as the early morning haters, are now up and about, giving the passersby a shout of joy, as thus, the free time has begun and if lucky enough, the time of fun also begins. It’s not all just fun and games, a lot of work will be involved while being on board, but whatever needs to be done, sure beats the homey chores. And if the weather remains on our side, then the limit is the ocean wide and the open skies, and in my book, that is simply fine. Then after a while of sailing, a break is needed for the reeling. Time for eating, swimming and simply being, alive and well, inhaling the smells of the sea. Then off again, to some more time on the waters spend. If the choice was there, sailing to the world end, would be something, on the agenda, but for now, a quick three days dash, will clear up the itching rash, figuratively as the need for the sea, is always present when stuck on land. So, enjoying this time while we can, and that is really all we can ask.

Windmills from the past

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“Good things, always come, in threes, at least, the three tall standing windmills” Gun Roswell

“There is nothing magical to the number of three”
Some one supposedly wise, once told me
But, here is the thing you see, where I so totally, disagree

For a fact, I myself, do know this one simple rule
That good things, or even nice once, come in three for sure
Whether it be, a special on chocolate bars at the store that rule

Or a good series of books and even, the holiday time in weeks
Three, is totally the number that you want to seek
And if for that advice, you want to call me a total geek

Then, so be it, because, well, I simply love, the perfect number three
Maybe, you will too, if you just, take a chance and let yourself it feel
The enlightenment, which this then follows, well, may or may not set you free

But what ever you believe, hear, see, or even do
You so have the power, to do the do and choose
The perfectly rounded and open hearted glue

Yeah, you guessed it, it is so, the number of them all
The belle of the proverbial and even true ball
Number of three, it has the world and even more!

Take a walk long on the outside 

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“Take a walk on the outside, in nature or then just the hood close by, perhaps even the seaside, simply to enjoy the silent moments, on a sunny day, when all the others, have gone the work to slay.” Gun Roswell


Seaside, a long stride, up
The hill and down to the beach
Scenery to be seen, with

Just one scene, nature and
Man made structures, side by side
Hard to divide, growing together

Over the years, soon there
Is nothing to separate them, under cover
From prying eyes, but alas

I am here now and
I spy, before it all disappears in
To the background of nature

Slow boat down the dark river

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“A small boat, taking its time, while slowly moving towards the setting sun.” Gun Roswell

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Take that axe
Off your back
Sit down
And relax
And I’ll bet
A blue sunset
By the seaside
You’ll never forget