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“A day at the beach, ride a bike or just simply be!” 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
“Take a tour in the old town or then ride a slow boat down the river, it’s a day of adventure!” Gun Roswell
The colours
Of the old town
Will turn
An upside frown
Into a huge smile
When staying a while
In the historic city
Of Porvoo
“She sits there, whispering all kinds of secrets, so you’d better listen very carefully what the Oracle has to say!” Gun Roswell
History written in stone
Time to get my mind blown
Hiking up the many stairs
Counting my steps in pairs
The many ancient ruins
On top of the mountain
The reward of the effort
Which made me sweat a lot
“So, we meet again! My dearest, not! Monday! Why can’t you be gone already?” Gun Roswell
Monochromatic
It’s really electric
Even with only a few colours
You can smell the odours
Of the world of greys
Where all the light
And even shadows stay
Monochromatic
Is the world often seen
But even the plain shades
From white to all the greys
The nuances are there
You just need to stare
And up they pop, in your face
Monochromatic
I am getting quite ecstatic
The dance of light
And the bass of shadow
Never me fail
Just letting it all go
The bright colours
Do not bother me anymore
“It’s like sitting on a piece of history.” Gun Roswell
I was looking for
A bench to sit on
What I hoped to score
Something close to a lawn
To lay my tired self
On a softer shelf
Then I saw it
The bench, made of stone
When I tried to sit
I felt it to my bones
Too hard for a fit!
Moving forward
I found one, made of wood
Maybe it wasn’t hard
Rather suitably good
Too soft for a fit!
So once again
I had to complain
But I knew, the right seat
Was just in reach
I just had to seek
A little while longer
As I moved along
The feeling now stronger
I knew it wouldn’t be long
I was close to finding
As I saw the metal shining
I finally found it
A bench made of metal
For me to sit
Soft as a petal
A purr-fect fit
“The Natural History Museum in London is a museum, that is exhibiting a vast range of specimens from various segments of our natural history, it would be unnatural to skip this place on any visit!” Gun Roswell
If you are in doubt
Then go and check out
Visit the place of history
And follow the whole story
Of where we came from
“To travel across the globe, which one of these modes is yours?” Gun Roswell
On the open road
With a heavy load
A location in mind
Trying to unwind
Travelling on wheels
Has its appeals
But getting somewhere far
In only a car
Can be a chore
Changing the score
Picking up some wings
Has its wins
But if you want some style
And sail up the Nile
A boat or a yacht
Is worth getting stuck
If you want to do it old style
And travel with a big smile
The coolest way
With the hips in sway
Doing some recycling
Then, pedal a bicycle
“A great city is not to be confounded with a populous one” Aristotle
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
“Take a seat, on the little blue chair, it’s cool and neat, you can surely feel it” Gun Roswell
As always, during the last day of the week
The Sunday, the sunny day, is always reserved for the time to seek
But, when the midday sun, gets way too hot
You know you need to find, that one special spot
Where you are able to rest for a moment
Hoping it’s not going to be too much of a torment
When trying to gain that much needed momentum
To be able to complete, the most fun filled excursion
“There is always room for one more, on this very seat, the seat, in the total shade” Gun Roswell
The midday, right in the middle, of the month of May
It might even be June or July, alas, the month is not the why
But rather, the shining of the sun and the glaring of the sea
And where, in the scorching heat, is safest to flee
Is it diving, into the water or maybe hiding, under a tree?
Or take cover in the cooling air-conditioned shop you see?
But what if you need to buy something
Even a the smallest thing, but forgot to bring
Your purse or any kind of method of payment?
Then no, you cannot enter the establishment
Because the option of loitering means banishment
Then, out there, in the far corner of the eye
There is something so familiar, your eyes spy
The contours of some kind of a furniture
No!, Could it? Is it? And right there, in the shade?
No, it simply cannot be true, what I see
A bench, a solemn respite, in the shadows, under a tree
I run as humanly possible in this heat
And as I reach it, i can clearly see it
Yes, it is the one simple saviour I have search
In this hour of afternoon sweat and cursed
But now, I simply forget it everything else
As I slump down on this heavenly seat
And boy, am I beat! I think, I might get some sleep!
Rantings Of A Third Kind 
