Independence Day in Finland (since 06.12.1917)

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“My favourite country is Finland because once you get to a certain point, you can drive for hours without seeing a single person. I love peace and quiet – something I don’t get very often” Christopher Lee

1917

Our Land

Oh Our Land Finland Fatherland
Echo Loudly Golden Word
No Valley No Hill
No Water Shore More Dear
Than This Northern Homeland
This Precious Land Of Our Fathers
No Valley No Hill
No Water Shore More Dear
Than This Northern Homeland
This Precious Land Of Our Fathers
One Day From Your Bud
You Will Bloom
From Our Love Shall Rise
Your Hope Glorious Joy
And Once Your Song Fatherland
Higher Still Will Ring
From Our Love Shall Rise
Your Hope Glorious Joy
And Once Your Song Fatherland
Higher Still Will Ring

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Streets travelled I three

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“All those streets travelled while on the roadside…” Gun Roswell

Streets travelled 

Red respite at the bus
Stop, a welcome hop for the weary
Traveller, from a foreign land

Sitting and waiting for the transport
Obviously delayed, then what is the choice
To make? Another form of

Vehicles take? Maye a bike
Or skates? But then, the arrival would
Be late and that, is

Not an option, after a moment
Of hesitation, at the almost empty bus
Station, I hailed a cab

Streets travelled I two

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“All those streets travelled while on the roadside…” Gun Roswell

Streets travelled 

Hells bangers on their bikes
Riding down the road side, ignoring all
The rules, as they say

“They were made for fools”
Driving very fast, moving every other car
Past, until they reach first

Place, in front of the
Row, all the others in tow, but
Since they are going so

Very slow, the bikers soon
Will be long gone, riding to where
Ever, never to be seen

Streets travelled I one

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“All those streets travelled while on the roadside…” Gun Roswell

Streets travelled 

Walking down the lane of
Memories, even though none of my own
Since I never been here

Before, but it is a
Great feeling, even if it may stealing
Dwelling in the old times

Making new memories all mine
And after a while, this picture being
My memory lane saved in

Time, to dig up when
I feel nostalgic, reminiscing places travelled to
The lands of very far

Seat at the Seashore I two

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“Sunshine, seashore and a warm seat” Gun Roswell

Seat at the Seashore

Cool blue hues reflected onto
A bench in the colour of blue
Painted to match the scene

November mornings I three

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“Early mornings are the best” Gun Roswell

November mornings x3

New friends

A friend made out of wood
In the middle of the floor stood
Dressed only in a red cap
I could not help but stare at that

It did not say much to me
As I stated hello, you see
It is made of material other
Than myself were

But that was just fine
Sometimes silence is divine
And then, sharing a cup of coffee
With a small biscotti

November mornings I two

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“Early mornings are the best” Gun Roswell

November mornings x3

Moonlight sky

The pale sky in the morning
At the time of everyone yawning
The moon popped up for a try
Taking it’s chances against the sun
Maybe, today, it could shine

All day long against the blue skies
Only fluffy clouds to dive behind
No sun could be heard or seen
But alas, the light was still bright

The moon did it’s job well today
And now it can until the ever stay
Even past the night
It can shine ever so bright

November mornings I one

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“Early mornings are the best” Gun Roswell

November mornings x3

Misty morning

Before the sun is rising
Before anyone else is walking
Before people are even talking
Before I could start hawking

The suburbia is still sleeping
The misty moist is seeping
In to the slowness of the morning
And today, there may be no dawning

Like any other day in November
Be prepared for all kinds of weather
Maybe the sun will shine later on
But before that, you gotta be strong

Arches and entrance I three

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“Step into my parlor, through the arch way…” Gun Roswell

Arches and entrances 

Mysterious and inviting for an
Adventure awaiting at the top of the
Stairs or maybe walk down

And find another door way
But please, just try, as it is
Human nature, to explore the

Great unknown, no matter what
Awaits on the other side, that is
The part which is fine

Arches and entrance I two

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“Step into my parlor, through the arch way…” Gun Roswell

Arches and entrances 

Charming,old school, flowers and
Pots, together they are stocked, in front
Of the windows and doors

An inviting arch way, a door
To the garden, to enjoy some time
With a cooling drink, away

From the scorching sun shine
Just for a moment, before time to
Hit the long road again