Sitting at the seashore, pondering of life?

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“Life, death, life, things that nature, always come to mind, when sitting in absolute silence, by the seaside” Gun Roswell


Life is but a dream.
Or so, it could quite easily seem.
When seated at the soft and sandy beach.
The calming blue waters gently flapping against the shores.
Some would say the silence and the calm would be a bore.
But for those of us waiting to simply ponder about all the wonders around.
Well, noting could be farther from the truth so sound
As both older people and some of the youth, need that special time, feeling fine.
Simply, by sitting down and letting only the mind.
Wander.

A lazy day in the shade

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“The sun is hiding, behind the clouds, like a soft shroud, shading those below” Gun Roswell

Sunshine, with a few fluffy clouds passing by
Sitting under a tree, letting out a sigh
Down the valley, up the mountains
The shadows are bouncing

The guardians of the palace
Keeping an eye on the chalice
A lazy gaze cast over the passer by
Stern look warning “don’t you even try”

Time is almost standing still
Nothing to do but chill
Another lazy day soon ending
To the evening light blending

Vacation time
The best of times

Vessels of all kinds to travel across the Waters

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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!

Open the Stargate!

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“That looks like a gateway to the past” Gun Roswell

The gateway on to the
Beach appeared, out of nowhere, in a
Flash of light, it was

Standing there, where nothing before
It existed. Now it is open wide
For anyone to enter, if you

Really dare, then take a
Leap and jump back in time into
The past of all time

Just remember, you may not
Get back, but that is a risk
Well worth taking, so stop

Your shaking and take the
Step, one small step for mankind and
Who knows what you’ll find

Finding relief on the beach for the heat

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“There is nothing wrong with a little bit of fun in the sun, until it gets really too hot!” Gun Roswell

The day too hot and running sweaty, inside trying not to let it in, but the humidity sweeps through the cracks on the walls, which were supposed to stand tall for an eternity or more. Still, the heat and the sun seem to find their way, no matter what. Simply no respite from this kind of a torment to be found not even if sitting on the cold concrete ground. The only choice, to go outside, for some cool and calming breezes to try to find. Well, that would be the ultimate winning price am I right?!

When out the door, the wall of hotness hits in the face and slams you back against the floor. The smells of flowers, trees and other summery fields all forgotten, as the stinky odours of the hot and humid weather front greets you there. The only hope for some relief, is to try to get down to the beach, where the waves are bringing in, the cool summer winds, near by the water’s edge, where sitting on the ledge and letting the fine summer winds embrace you until the skin, has cooled down and then maybe, that seemingly permanent frown, will turn upside down.

Something about the Blues and Wednesday…

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“Sailing, into the blue, to cure, all, of my blues, failing, now continued, in the blue, it is eternal, for us, chosen few.” Gun Roswell


The blue ocean beckons
The cloudless skies reckon
It’s time for midweek
Find what ye shall seek
Peace of mind or simply
The weekend on the rise?

Trains, Planes, Automobiles and a Bicycle, maybe Walking? Part Five 

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“Sometimes there is no what kind of vehicle you will end up in, and so, make sure to dress up accordingly!” Gun Roswell

Take the time, and you will be feeling most fine
No matter the durance of the trip, going with a car, plane, train or ship
There is just something about the leaving, moving along
As not even the planning for this little time off
Could prepare the traveller of what’s lying ahead, nor the tingling sensations during take off!

Surfers stuck on the Dunes

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“Take a load off, head to the beach, see what’s there for free!” Gun Roswell

surfer-dudes

Surfers stuck on the Dunes

Surfer dudes
With attitudes
“No landlubbers allowed
There is no monkeying around!
This is serious business
With a touch of impulsiveness!
If you want to join
Let me just flip this coin:
Heads or tails
You know, this never fails:
You are in!”

Motorised Bikes just right!

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“Choosing which silvery ride to take out for a spin for the day, at least, in the daydreams as these are all expensive and reserved!“ Gun Roswell


Motorised Bikes just right!

A sunny day, the open streets, and that feeling of which some people of speak?

You know the one, that scene, when riding down a long stretch with the wind in your hair and insects in your teeth?

Well, guess a helmet and a shield would be the proper attire what you seek!

Still, well prepped is half the fun, right? 

And so getting on that bike, whether a moped or a totally fancy ride ending up having some fun while riding towards the setting sun.

Left hanging all by myself!

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“Look! I’m on top of the world Ma!?” Gun Roswell


Left hanging all by myself!

I was put here on total display Much to my own undesire and dismay
Nobody bothered to ask me if I wanted to stay 

So here I just hang until the end of the day 

I am not discarded nor broken Nor am I anyone’s special token
But I surely used to be for spoken 

Dunno no, if that applies anymore, just hoping 

So some one please come and get me
You can ride me even to the sea
My pedals and saddle are still complete
So hope on and let me drive you easily