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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
“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…
“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
“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!”
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