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

Hanging around

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“Resilient is a word for those who keep on hanging on no matter what happens” Gun Roswell

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They boarded the air
I told ’em, it wasn’t fair
But instead, of growing angrier
I grew, even more stronger
Even changed my colours
So now, here on this fence
I sit and out loud holler!

Spring Colours for Flowers

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“It’s that time of year again, where the colours attack your senses, but in a good way” Gun Roswell

The time for new life
The time for so many colours
The time to be reborn again
Yup, Spring has Sprung
And it looks like lots of Fun!

Going for a Walkabout

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“No matter the season, it would be treason, or something similar to not get out there in nature” Gun Roswell

Winter, Spring, Summer or Fall
Never a moment too bad for a stroll
Do not the weather use
As a poor, poor excuse
Unpack your wellingtons
Unhide your dancing shoes
Into to the wide world venture
Whether walking, running or dancing
Might even do a little prancing
Your life soon a great adventure