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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
“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
“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
“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!
“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!
“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
“Sometimes, the best scenes in life happen there, when eavesdropping on others.” Gun Roswell
“Good morning campers!
Today we have a special trip booked just for you!”
“Where are we going?”
“Our ship is set to sail, towards the Kos Island and namely, the village of Kardamena.
So hold on to your hats and let the winds be on our backs!”
“Never been there!”
“Me neither: hope they have some coffee there, because I just managed one cup at breakfast!”
“Sure they do: There are many many wonderful cafes by the seashore!”
“The life on the island is peaceful at best of times, when the tourists are gone, as is the storm, until next time then, I guess?” Gun Roswell
Peaceful and silent
On this solitary island
Like a rough uncut diamond
Where blue meets blue
In the waters and skies hue
There is really not much to do
Maybe, just maybe
This is really good for you
Yes, this is my land
Here is were I stand
Just because, I can
“The little cottage that could, standing tall in the middle of nowhere, never small, but big at heart, daring in weather of all, for years, millennia perhaps, who knows.” Gun Roswell
A house sits on the barren island
Waiting for its summer friends
Exited, exhilarated, hoping, that
Soon, they’ll be arriving, from the mainland
On the look out through the lens
Many a lonely days was spent
Eternal fire always burning
For the long awaited to be returning
Rejoicing of the pending arrival
Impatience its only ally
Evening turning to morning
Now, the friend are returning
Damned be all fear
Summer, is finally here
“After the storm has passed, the air is very clean, the waters are calm and well, guess there is some cleaning to be done out on the streets?” Gun Roswell
After the storm
Everything is calm
Surrounded by silence
When roaming the island
Not a soul in sight
A sole bird in flight
The scent of nature
The intoxicating mixture
Enhanced by rain
Hard to restrain
My rejoicement
Rantings Of A Third Kind 