Monuments and the Market

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“Travel the world, see, everything!” Gun Roswell

Exactly at noon
When the scorching sun
Hits the zenith
The local marketplace
Starts buzzing with life
As the tourist and other types
Come out to play

There is no shade
And certainly, no shame

As to:

What you do
What you wear
What you eat
Who you look at
Who you talk to
Who you ignore

And don’t forget
The glorious set
Of monuments, buildings
History of any era
When you roam around
The old school agora

The water and sun
Can also be a source of fun
When the day is ending
Then, consider some time
In the harbour spending

Seated under the shade

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“Just because, it’s a seat, right?!” Gun Roswell

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A stroll in the heat, of the hottest of summers
Looking, searching, for that perfect place, to stay in and recover
All kinds of taverns and restaurants, all of them me beckoning
A soothing tall and cold drink, for this utter thirst to be lessening

But alas, there is only one place, right ahead
The one, in the nicest, of cooling shades
And there it is, where I will, so totally spend
The rest of this hot of days. until the very end

Travel

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“to travel broadens the mind, to some extent“ Gun Roswell

ah, to travel and see the world

land, where ever you’re hurled

into a soft comfy bed get curled

find out all the gems and pearls

it’s almost, 

like living in a dreamworld

The blues are everywhere

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“It usually happens, on Mondays, the blues, Monday blues, but now, it’s just every day…” Gun Roswell

Looking out the window
Window, with a big frame
Frame, so large and pointing to the yard
Yard, between the big houses
Houses, which are built so tightly
Tightly, that you can hardly squeeze
Squeeze your tiny self, between the buildings
Buildings which are forever growing taller
Taller, while me, myself, am growing smaller
Smaller, but not that of my dreams
Dreams, of the wide open sea
Sea, with all the shades of blues and greens
Greens, like the forest hardly ever seen
Seen only, in my, eternal dreams
Dreams, so big, it makes me think
Think, if I will ever be able to see
See the true forest of green or even the wide sea
Sea, where the blues are so cool
Cool as the bluest of skies above
Above he wide open calm ocean
Ocean, which will be never ending
Ending only, if I stop, dreaming

Busy Bees

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“They’re busy at work” Gun Roswell


When the day begins
The garden alive, almost like spring
The birds in the trees sing
Their song, most likely, of the pending fall
As they sit and sing, in the trees tall
Sitting, in my solemn seat
Watching, the life on display, such a treat
With the smells and monotonous sounds
Everywhere, to be found

And then, comes, the annoying buzzing
As if someone started, really loud humming
Breaking, the calming routine of it all
Just as I, was thinking, the time had stalled
They are so loud, even if their bodies are quite small
They fly by, really, really fast
Like some kamikaze planes, from the past
And finally landing, onto the flowers pretty
Suckling in, all the nectar, really quickly
Clearly, the harvest time, for our winged friends
As their hive, on this precious food source, depend
Gathering it all ,with professional precision
Then bringing it back, for the queen’s decision
As to whom shall be rewarded, with the nectar of gods
That scene would indeed, be, an interesting thing, to blog

Crete revisited – it’s a water filled life!

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“Travelling can be such fun, unless it’s not” Gun Roswell

After twenty-five years, it was time to set foot on the island of Crete. Yes, years do fly by so fast, it’s better not to start counting backwards, rather use the safe term “a few years ago”. It was interesting to see, what had changed and what had not. Of course, this wasn’t a whole island trip, rather a one week fun packed package holiday in the midst of the working year. But still, there is no law saying, it can’t be enjoyable. But moving on, the island was lush green, as it was spring time and not too many tourists yet, since it was off season.

So, what is the number one thing to do when in Greece? Go to the beach, of course! What else did you think? Well, a beach, pool, spa, any kind of water source really you can find, and believe you me, there are plenty to choose from. All clear, blues and turquoise shades, some with waves and others more calmer soothing places.

Take your pick on the activities, be that sightseeing while hiking up and down the hills. Go fishing and catch a tall tale (at least). Or simply relax and bathe under the sun (better stay under the parasol if you are from the North like me!).

Seaside

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“A soft and sunny day spent by the Sea” Gun Roswell

Yellows on the rocks appeared suddenly
Bursting into bloom, despite the gloom
Weather gods throwing snow and ice
When all nature was supposed to be nice

But these tiny little yellow buggers
They seem like nothing them bothers
Sprouting out at will, none of them ill
Growing even stronger, day by day still

Even on this hard rocky place
Even if the rain pours and the clouds stay
The first flowers of spring
Will stay just there and swing

Pretty in Spring

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“So many things to see, soo many pretty flowers to snap photos of, running out of time…” Gun Roswell

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While bundled together
The orange flavoured
Flowers of spring
Came here to sing

Pretty Yellow Things

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“There is certainly a lot to see around nature during Spring, a lot!” Gun Roswell

Great things
Always come in threes
Even if you sneeze
You will love these
Little yellow things
Brought to you by spring
So enjoy them
While you can!

White Belles of Spring

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“They usually turn up during this time of year” Gun Roswell

As those little white things
Sprung out with spring
So quickly
Before even the bell could ring
Never knowing
The joy they would bring
To us mere human observers
Living on a string