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“To travel to far away lands, even if only in memories, now at hand, is better than the everyday grind, but even in those places, there are little things you can find, to keep away the daily grind” Gun Roswell
Acropolis revisited, part 1
When walking up, the many, many steps, which seem to last forever
Especially in this heat of season in Greece, I suspect, that one equals eleven
But despite the long and somewhat rickety and rocky way up
I know, at the top, there will be a reward as big and might as a duck
As the steps finally, finally end, and, yeah, there is oh so much sweat to spend
It is all quite fine, because some of us (laughs out loud), can turn any kind of water, into wine
So, now, the first thing, you need to absolutely do, is to go check out the gorgeous view
Because even with the preserved old photographic image, nothing beats the live experience
And, please, trust me, when I tell you, that this is all way perfect!
The history and these, well, modern times colliding, in this place always inspiring
And, if you don’t believe me, then maybe, you just make sure to get out here
Yeah, I know, when the time is right, right? Then, run to book a flight!
> To Greece, to Athens, and head up to, the always lovely Acropolis!
“A farmers life for me? I dunno, maybe there’s too much of a city gal in me, to out there, flee?” Gun Roswell
Farmer in the making?
When once again visiting, the far away but ever so beautiful countryside
Getting a full and then again, small glimpse, of the great and open wide
Then, there can be only one answer to the how and what, and that, is a great big smile
Then, out of nowhere, a really odd and out of place thought occurs, just like a flash of light
Thinking, thinking, thinking hard, but no, this cannot be right
But, after so much grinding, in my silly old brain I am suddenly finding
The answer, which me has forever eluded and suddenly clear after all this time
Could it be? Could this be? Could it be, for little ol’ me?
Maybe, just maybe, for me, myself and I, a farmer’s life?
“Time spent in the shade, is never wasted, so why hesitate?” Gun Roswell
Sunday in the shade
Running away, from the warming sun?
Well, that must have been, some kind of a pun
Since the very long awaited light up there
Was finally out and about in the stratosphere
So why would anyone in their right mind
Want to stay inside a building, or the shade?
Before you get all up and at it and up me chew
First and foremost, just hear my plead why don’t you
Because I have so many legit explanations (excuses)
To point out why I am not out there rather refusing
Any kind of direct sunlight upon my fairest of skins
And hiding inside, the shade if you will
Well, here is one good reason at least
For you see, the sun in my mind is a beast
Which reflects all that shiny white light
And honestly gives me the shivers and fright
As I am more of a nigh person myself
At least that is what I keep telling everyone else
The shadow is a much cooler place
And when one there for a long, long time stays
The mere thought of a sun and fun filled venue
Will rise all kinds of feelings I tell you
I am not made for the light of the sun
Even if that sounds like I am no fun
And to be honest, I prefer staying inside my shell
Being boring as hell, even if not everyone can tell
I also prefer the shade and the slight darkness
At least, the mid greys of the lightness
Rather than exposing myself in the direct light
Whether it be the sun or just a simple electrical fright
I maybe or may not be one of them kind
Whom the constant spotlight is never fine
But staying inside the shade is not all that bad
So don’t you feel sorry for me or be sad
Just because I am different than the rest
I assure you, I am fine and won’t be a pest!
“The cats in the harbour are waiting, for the fish to arrive” Gun Roswell
Cat with a coat ruffled
The cat on the sidewalk sat
It was looking quite wet
Maybe after taken a do dive on the deep side
Most likely of trying the fishies to find
It’s coat now totally ruffled and out of place
Clearly, out of washing it up after the watery way
Making it dripping and totally in disarray
Now it was just a matter of letting it lay
In the warming sunshine and soon it would fine
The cat once again ready, for another deep dive
After all, how else would the treats fall
“From the skies?”The cat asked with eyes open wide
“Do you think me a fool?
I know quite well, the only fish that ever from the skies fell
Was something made up in a fairytale.”
And the with a huff and a puff the cat continued
It’s coat to sort out to be ready for another interlude
With the water wet, for its fishies to get
“The nature, is always at its quietest and certainly best, come the blue moment before night fall“ Gun Roswell
Nightfall in a blue moment
The sun setting behind the ocean so vast
The earth once again feeling totally flat
The onlookers, in awe, simply admiring that
Which is the most powerful scene staring back
The blue hue descending across the land
Over the ground, water and skies it lands
Painting all in its wake in a monochromatic shroud
And even in silence, the effect is really loud
There is nothing more to do before morning
Just watching the spectacle in front unfolding
The brightness turning to blues without yawning
And eventually into the darkness disappearing
“Boats of different sizes and shapes, are put to pasture, as they had all their lives slain and now to rest laid” Gun Roswell
Boats, ships and other vessels, past their use?
When the time, has finally come
In which the daily work, is all done
Time to lay to the final rest
Where ever the place suited best
The vessels once sea worthy
Hauled up to the dry land dirty
But this, does not mean the end
No, far from it, even if it sometimes is just pretend
Because being out of their natural element
Does so many other options present
The imagination of refurbishing only limit
Hey, let’s just play on which ever gimmick!
Maybe a home for the artist?
The layout, most likely not the smartest
Still a change of the usual house
Because they wanted something other to be of proud
A flower pot quite large
To the back of the small house’s yard?
Nothing is impossible to pull
Of the re-usage of the vessels smart and dull
It’s just a matter of letting the ideas flow
Put that old boat at the back of the car and haul
What ever the use will be, wait and see
Just make sure to give a new home!
“When in need of some rest, take a load of, on the nearest bench “ Gun Roswell
Three times the seat
The summer holidays, had finally arrived
Shouted out, was a big hoot with some jives
Packing up, all the needed trash
For this, unplanned, quick getaway, in a flash
So now, headed for what ever kind of port
Was ready to accept us, to start this trip of a notice short
Because this thing was certainly going to happen
With or without all that likely crappin’
OK, so after all kinds of back and forth ‘xplaining
The road trip was finally on the part of landing
The island of ones dreams dead ahead in perfect still
Well, as much seen from a small cockpit window sill
Off and out and into the taxi cab with a shout
Soon enough the accommodation in sight with sign shouting loud
“B and B” for all sizes and kinds
Just come on inside and your place find”
After the slightly drama, when doing all of the unpack
It was finally time, to get up and go out and yes, slack
After all, this was supposed to be. a holiday to the letter so strong
With rest, relaxation, something something and all that jazz all day long
When getting outside, the warm wall hits you in the face
It feels so good, after so many months of living inside the icescapades
In the land way, way up north, where the only transport is a sleigh
Wanting nothing more than to get out of that place
But, the reality soon hit, right smack in that pale face
And the sweat pouring, nay, soaring out each and every pour started
After some moments, when soaked through each and every garment
It was time to get the hell out of the sun and find some shade
Glancing, glaring, staring, all around the heads spinning
Trying to find that one perfect spot, where to sit down on the dot
It was already starting to get really frustrating
The face, neck and body, covered with sweating
But then, in the corner fo the very eye, which had so much spied
Behind the vail of frustration, even if this was supposed to be the best vacation
A spot in a small cafe, there, in the shades, hidden from the sun
All that remained to do, was to gather some courage and toward it to run
The setup like from a picture perfect
A table with two seats and a large bench set
Just for us weary touristy types way over their heads
Boy, am I glad this day us here finally had lead!
Seated happily for the rest of the day
Deciding to spend it in this very same place
Ordering food and drinks was so easy as cake
Why the hell would anyone do anything else
“It’s always that time, the time, for coffee, because there is never a “no time” for coffee, am I right?” Gun Roswell
Coffee time, once again!
When the clock, on the dot, beckons
It is that time, the time to reckon
That the one simple fact in life
That there really is nothing more so very fine
Than that, of the first cup of coffee, in the early morning hours
And that last cup, of then exact same stuff, in the late evening after showers
And, yes, yes, I know very well, that it is a tad too much
But if you think about any kind of such
Thing, which you had managed through to get
Without at lest one (read more than five) cups let
You guide through, then I really don’t know you
Because there really is no way
I can any of the daily tasks totally slay
Than with the aid of the finest sustenance ever created
The coffee, coffee, coffee, which was totally for me, made!
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