Summer Sunday at the Beach

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“A calm, cloudy, and sunny Sunday, what a contradiction indeed!” Gun Roswell

Summer Sunday at the Beach

When the Sunday time, loudly, its present chimed
We ran, like we were on fire, out there, from the dire
Into the open wild nature, with colours so lush
There really was no need for any kind of rush
To enjoy the art work devised by our beloved Mother Nature
Was there for everyone to see, without any kind of fee

But we ran, as fast as any one can, really
For you see, there was somewhere else we wanted to be, really
Beside the calm and cooling waters, fooling around like a bunch of sea otters
We made our way, discarding all clothing, falling where ever they may
Splashing into the soft waves, letting the healing waters save
Ourselves in the process, as this was the place for us, the total bliss

We played and frolicked, until the darkness descended we stayed
Then only, reaching for the softest of sands, lending each other a hand
To find the discarded garments, a little dirty, maybe even sandy, was a mild statement
But nobody cared, as it had all been time so well spent
Out here, on the beach, on this summer’s Sunday we had reached
And if we were to be lucky, maybe next weekend, we could come back again

                   

Versus I two

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“From the busy streets, towards the calm beach, that is the goal in life” Gun Roswell

Versus

Calm

I see the image in my very mind, it’s something unique, someplace to unwind
The colours changing now, from green to a coolest blue, some kind of hue
But then, like a sharpened photograph, everything is in my grasp.
The shining sun, rising high above, the breeze so low, the pace so slow
The turquoise waters glimmering, I wish I could swim in them

I run as fast as I can, then on to the sandy beach I land
At this point I don’t care if it is a dream or someone’s bad joke or scheme
I shed my clothing, boots and all, and into to the soft waves I let myself fall
Getting carried away to the wide open seas, where nothing and no one else do I see
Only sounds made are those of seagulls, flying high above my skull

This is bliss, this is calm, this is what I seek, this is what I want
And then, I wake up, as the car beside me honks

“Move it of lose it bozo!” I hear

Yes, I am back in the noisy street I fear
Until next time, when I dare to dream
As life never really is what it seems

Blue Beach

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“Lay under the blue sky on the cool sand” Gun Roswell

Blue Beach

Why don’t you, come on over,
To this place special, where
The Heavens meet the Earth
This, is the end, of the search

A place where, all that is lost, is found
A place where, the skies are the same as the ground
A place where, time stands still
A place where, there is only need for one skill

Enjoy the life that exist in the here and now
Of the time for freedom and being proud
Of the time for celebrating and singing
Of being what you are, as you come so far
Simply enjoy yourself, in the here and now

Sunset Ride

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“Sunset, sea and horses” Gun Roswell

Sunset Ride

A slow ride, on the soft sand
When the sun, is about to descend
Nothing but silence, surrounding
The nature clear and grounding

My stead, moving along
It’s stride, quite strong
Just me, by myself, alone
On this nightly journey, so long

To sun has finally set
And into the nightly sky, the moon let
It’s thin light still so bright
On this journey it just might
Stay all of the night

Wanderlust (eight)

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“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

Wanderlust

No flip flops were harmed during this trek:
Of course, if those were the footwear of your select
Then for them, you got to show some respect 😉

Wanderlust (seven)

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“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

Wanderlust

From the country side
To the city open wide
Carried, by wanderlust
Attitude, widely at adjust
Being on the road, the only must:
The hesitaters, can eat my dust

Wanderlust (six)

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“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

Wanderlust

Just follow the flow
Of the open road
Where kindred spirits
May follow your lyrics
After all, it’s infectious
The shared connection
Of wanderlust

Wanderlust (five)

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“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

Wanderlust

When your feet are very tired
And you’re feeling kinda wired
Your shoes just got fired
Mentally, really uninspired
Your mind about to expire…

Don’t think twice
Hop on a bike
Continue your hike
From here,
To Klondike!

Wanderlust (four)

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“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

Wanderlust

On these distant shores
Secrets, may be stored
Here, under the scorching sun,
Rest assured, you won’t get bored

Sand and sea
Reserved for only thee
You weary traveller
So, throw away your calendar

Wanderlust (three)

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“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

Wanderlust

Switching from land to sea
Why?
Because, there is much more to see

A boat trip
Will do the trick
No needs to any plans to stick
Just follow your instincts
This vessel won’t easily sink
Over, on the other side
The land is even greener than you think