“Winter is ideal for tracking” Gun Roswell
Footfalls
On the snowfall
Seemed quite tall
Watch out
For the down fall!
Fresh footfalls?
A tale of Winter?
“Winter, is already here.” Gun Roswell
When stepping outside
Much to surprise
A freezing wind
Is greeting your skin
Rubbing your eyes
Hoping, only lies
But, waking to reality
Accepting the actuality
A cover of white
May be a delight
After the lush of green
You have seen
All summer long
Trying to stay strong
It’s here to stay
Pushing away
The slowly creeping
Sinking feeling
Don’t get bitter
It’s only winter
Stop sign
“Stop, said the sign” Gun Roswell
The tragic came to a
Full stop when the light turned red
Finally safe crossing the street
Something about everything and nothing
“Something, everything, nothing” Gun Roswell
Something for someone
Everything for all
Nothing for no one
A pile of megaton
Buildings so tall
A shotgun for one
Something for some
Everything for none
Nothing for one
It’s really hard to sing
When there is this thing
Joy to everyone to bring
Yeah,
Something
And then nothing
Windows to open, two
So many windows all over,, but none of them doors!” Gun Roswell
Colourful it may be, from the outside
But what is hiding inside, may not be, so divine
Darkness and shadows, lurking in every corner
Huddling figures, afraid, alone, nothing normal
Open the window, let in the thundering storm
It may be followed, by a few drops of rain to fall
Sunshine surely to follow, shining light into the hollow
Take a peak, outside, you’ll realise, there is no need to hide
Windows to open, one
“So many windows all over,, but none of them doors!” Gun Roswell
A window, facing, the open sea
Allowing, a whole new world, to be seen
Do not try, from the life, outside, to hide
Open the window, and let the breeze inside
Enjoy the sounds and smells
Even the sunlight and thundery rain
Follow the birds, and their play
Soon, from the window sill, you’ll never leave again
Snow and red skies
“Snow fell, once again, it must be winter?” Gun Roswell
In the early morning hours
When in to the day adventuring
The air crisp and nature frozen
Of the wet snow during the night fallen
Trying hard not to sink in
As in the soft powder hard to stand
A pair of tire tracks to walk in
As the snow covers most of the land
Looking at the skies
For some star me to guide
The redness of it all
Makes me stare in awe
In the midst of toughest winter times
It really is hard for any green grass to find
But appreciating the beauty around me
As soon enough , summer winds will me besiege
Smiley face
“Smile despite the onions” Gun Roswell
A face with a smile
Appeared onto my bread made of rye
Eating it, getting so high
Old Market Hall
“Shopping old school” Gun Roswell
Handmade goods and knickknacks sold
Inside the old Market Hall in each
And every stall, bargains made
Kamppi/Helsinki Tour
“Something about the city centre so cool in the midst of cold winter….” Gun Roswell
A trip to the City Centre
Can be an extreme adventure
For a ‘gal from the suburbs
Can easily get into trouble
With many a temptations
Luring in the odd location
Rantings Of A Third Kind 