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“I see that it is by no means useless to travel the wide world,
especially if you keep your eyes, mind and heart open for the new experiences” Gun Roswell
Biker Dude
Down the busiest of streets
The roaring engine, setting the beat
No time, to even tweet
Not even, for any of them sweets
Because:
“Got some old pals to meet
And,
To dry, my bloody soaking feet!”
“I see that it is by no means useless to travel the wide world,
especially if you keep your eyes, mind and heart open for the new experiences” Gun Roswell
Slow Boat down the River
On a slow boat
On this wide moat
Did bring a tote
Filled with some oat
To feed the goat…
“Wait a minute, wait a minute?
River, oat, goat?
What’s the catch in this?”
“Well, it’s for me to know
And you to find out!”
“I see that it is by no means useless to travel the wide world,
especially if you keep your eyes, mind and heart open for the new experiences” Gun Roswell
Enjoying the Solitude
A game, of some solitaire
In this nightly fresh and open air
Complete solitude and total silence
This, special place, is priceless
“I see that it is by no means useless to travel the wide world,
especially if you keep your eyes, mind and heart open for the new experiences” Gun Roswell
Brazil revisited 1
In the deepest of rain forests, in Brazil
You can most definitely feel, the eternal thrill
Especially when sailing down, the river Negro
Quite, as the great unknown of an incognito
And then, a glimpse of the dolphins
With surprise of a raise, of the endorphins
“Sit, because it’s a seat, so go ahead” Gun Roswell
Seated, in Cyprus
A stroll in the heat of summer
Looking for a place to recover
Taverns and restaurants beckoning
A cold drink for thirst lessening
A single seat?
Or one designed for two?
In this heat
Who could want to be glued
To someone else’s skin
With clothes this thin
“The sunshine too special to miss, sitting on the side of it, what a bliss” Gun Roswell
The seat on the sunny side of the yard
After a long period, of just sitting, inside
The walls surrounding only, a place none too wide
Phobias, ever growing, of all shapes and sizes
The constant companion in this great, divide
But, a hope, every now and then
The opportunity some time to spend
In the soothing and gorgeous nature exploring
Appears, without so much as a second warning
Packing up a small bag of all the necessities
Because I am planning on a long day, stress free
As this day, will be one in a long while, as one of the rarities
Due to what eve is now going around the world you see
As I finally, take my first step, outside
To be able to venture into the somewhat open wide
I feel some stain on my very own face start
But, ignoring it for a moment to settle the light
And as I look beyond the front porch of my house to part
I know now, what the strange feeling was
Feeling the sides of my face and suddenly find
That totally unexpected, great big smile
“I tend to write every single day, even more so, when I am on the road, travelling” Gun Roswell
Lanzarote island revisited 2
Lunch time, feeling hungry, as travelled all day long
And for this experience, the need is, to absolutely stay strong
A local salad, on the rocks, and of course, of hot molten lava
Maybe, try to add, into the odd mix, some delicious guava
Then for much, much later, a dessert
And you better make it, a cup of Java
For this here place, is now, our final destination
The goal, for the mind and body, an utter and total elation
Because, on this, fine, fine day, we will have lots of fun
On this, oh so remote island, born ages ago, of the sun
“Travel back in time, to the wonderful island, of Lanzarote, but only in my memories and photographs” Gun Roswell
Lanzarote Island revisited
The skies, painted in the most gorgeous colour of blue
Clouds, so totally white and fluffy, but luckily, far and few
Sun, which seems to be always shining, ever so brightly
The pool just outside, now beckoning and oh so inviting
The local, and the original dwellings painted all in white
This, magnificent place, oh, definitely is our “campsite”
Our home away from home, well, at least, for a week
What else could one want, or to be, or even, to see?
But to this gorgeous village in the middle of nowhere to flee
On an island no less, in the middle, of the very, very large sea!
“We travel,
some of us forever,
to seek other places,
other lives,
other souls.”
– Anais Nin
Grey skies above the waters
No sun, can be seen, brightly shining
When the heavy rain filled storm clouds
Fill, the whole of the visible horizon
It is that time, to start sailing, ashore
Before, the all powerful and mighty Thor
Hits, with a heavy hand, his hammer
Grey skies still above the waters
As the wind slowly subsides before
The soft and damp mist arises
Keeping nature very still and calm
After the storm has finally gone
Blue are now the surrounding skies
Blue as the clear waters all around
The sound of nature gently returning
As after all, the world keeps on turning
“The elements of nature, can be sometimes harsh, other times, they can be soft, calm and a refreshing balm for this tired, human body” Gun Roswell
Elements of Water
The blue and endless waters with the soft sandy beaches, beckoned this weary traveller, before becoming too bored
The lure of it all, oh so tempting, and before I knew what was happening, I had made my way to the end of the very shore
The waves softly, even gently, splashing, against the solid rocks, the sand so soft beneath my shoes and socks
The nature, with a full knowledge of its certain affect, on this poor soul, as it made me all the way to this gorgeous site venture
And before the day was done, and I had all the possible fun, this place had become my most treasured adventure
Rantings Of A Third Kind 