Airfields in the middle of the cornfields

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“Flying off to foreign lands or simply hovering above familiar land, take yourself to the airfield in the middle of no where and take flight” Gun Roswell

While visiting the side of the country
Where the lush green remains for eternity
The fields filled with produce as far as the eyes can see
Isn’t this totally the lace for anyone for a weekend to flee

Peddling, rowing, running or just walking
When al the nature’s offerings gently stalking
But then something completely different comes to view
In the middle of the fields with a very light hue

Shimmering in the bright summer’s sunlight
Your mind immediately starts to fantasise and then takes flight
And soon enough your body can make that come true too
Because you have just stumbled upon a small airfield designed for two

Jump in and on board
This short flight you really can afford
As soaring above the countryside for a while
Will totally put you in awe with a great big smile

Our Feathered Friends

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“They’re just there doing their thing, frolicking in the tall winds, catching fish from the seas, our feathered friends, the dinosaurs of today” Gun Roswell

Our feathered friends
The windy air bend
Flying to the world’s end
For their leisure time to spend

Life in a circle of a window

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“The looking glass of the world below as seen through the very small window of an airplane mid-flight” Gun Roswell



The view from above
From the port window
Flying up high
Up in the blue sky
Close to the exit
Going through the checklist
Just in case…

Nightfall wingside

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“It’s night time up in the air, the passenger falling asleep, one by one, the hum of the engines the only sound present, sunset, until, the rising sun” Gun Roswell


Sunrise or sunset
High up for a reset
Destination, unknown
Flying, to a different zone
A new year
New destinations
There is no fear
Only new sensations

Staring out the window
Reflections of the past and now
Mirrored in the looking glass
Knowing only, time will pass
New year
New hopes
Prepaired on full gear
Despite the slippery slopes

A seat high up in the air

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“Something of a treat it is, flying far out there, beyond the borders of our daily lives, neat!” Gun Roswell


A reserved seat
By the window
Supposed treat
With a small peep hole
A looking glass
For what ever may pass
The wing
Of this flying thing

It’s all about the Journey

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“The journey always begins with but one step…. or then, there’s a heck of a lot of planning involved, some monetary expenses and guess, time off to have?” Gun Roswell

Flying across the skies
Waiting for the price
At the end of the station
A promised vacation

The journey taken
Was not a long one
Each morning awoken
To the rays of the sun

Surrounded by history
Shrouded in mystery
Time spent on the beach
Bliss at hands’ reach

Enjoying each day
Life a large buffet
Until it was time
Back home to climb

Pegasus Rising

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“The winged horsy animal” Gun Roswell

The mighty white stallion with
Wings on his back, flying around in
Ancient times like a bird

Descended from gods, made of
Shiny marble, a true marble for both
Modern times and of history

Ride it no one dares
Tame it, it will give a scare
Alas, well he did not

Fare, in the end into
Heavens did he ascend, joining his brothers
And the rest of gods

Monumentally!

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“The monuments of yesteryear… yep, they are still here! “ Gun Roswell

The dark and mysterious silhouette, against the night sky
Bold, pompous and really big, is the character flying high

Animals, people and even abstract figures were applied
The parks, streets and even museums, filled with all sizes
“Monumental!” someone in awe sighed
“Extraordinaire!” an other one was all smiles
“Such beauty!” from off the sides
“I want one of them to buy!”

The art works from yesteryear, were really pleasing, on the eyes
And the great point being, it was all for free, with zero cents for buying!

Vessels, Ships, Boats ahead

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“Take a boat, a ship or a large vessel, on a long vacation or just.a short trip across the pond… well, what more is there than to shout — ship ahoy! “ Gun Roswell

A long trip, on an island to slip
In a good size sailing ship no less
Enjoying the time, to get there, long
Provided the weather gods stay gone
And let the sunshine and winds
Lead us, on our invisible wings

The short vacation to an unknown destination
The large commercial vessel, prepared for embarkation
All the comforts of a small village, inside this lustrous chillage
Of a thing, where you can eat, dance and sing
All day long, then all night going strong
In the old school discotheque, without much etiquette

When it’s time for your sleeves up to haul
Then taking a rowboat across the small moat
And don’t forgot to bring your warm coat
Because this time of year, the chills will be near
Then row, row, row, your little heart out
Until you are totally ready to shout:

Ship Ahoy!

Blue Yellow Green

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“The colours are so cool, but then out of the blue, yellow strikes, yikes?” Gun Roswell

When the breeze hits the lower cools
And most colours, start turning in to blue
And then, you may just, detect
A hint, of that wilder green effect
All surroundings, soon, in a monochromatic state
Calming, soothing, but maybe, even just a tad boring
Then, out of nowhere, a splash of something fresh
When a blotch, then another, suddenly, you detect
It’s of the brightening sun’s effect
That glorious yellow, a simple add-on
But never, quite something, you soon will forget