“When Friday arrives, we’ll get on with the jives and then out there, on a boat fly” Gun Roswell
When the waters are us beckoning With their crystal clears and totally blues There is no point in resisting Just put on some casuals and also the mood It’s the end of the working week for some And that always means, a lot of Friday fun As in to the harbour’s hustle and bustle We are steering ourselves with working muscles Soon the boats are filled with passengers All of us, who are here for the adventures Well, at least for a day or two Because usually it happens, really soon That Monday is at the doorstep awaiting And for us that means no second, no hesitating Alas, let’s enjoy the forty-eight hours or so Before back to the dread we must go
“There are plenty of boats out there, to take to the sea” Gun Roswell
Italy
When a nice day gets in your way, there is certainly no reason in the bed to stay, rather getting up really early, with the wormy birdy, and then head out in to the harbour and spend the day at the sea. As the clearness of the weather, without a stormy cloud in sight, just might make the perfect of days, during these last days of season, before the snowy times arrive. The boats are plenty, like heavens sent, small, large, even a barge, picking one might seem a chore, but rest assure, whichever it will be, with a small size fee, you can rent it for the day and then hit those calming waves. Rowing or sailing, all that which was ailing to old bod, will be there no more, at least, not for the duration, as this is all the life needed for at least today. All them troubles of work and other kind of life soon to fade as the fluffy clouds will shade from too much sun as this will be a day of fun, one more time, feeling almost like summer, inside the small dingy of a boat, which was borrowed form the harbour for this one special day to sail around the large watery mote.
“On a glorious summer’s day, crisscrossign around the bay, without a care of time or anything other chime, soon though, this holiday, will be over.“ Gun Roswell
The day sunny and warm, great as a matter of fact just after the storm. The question remained as to what would be the best way to spend it, as time left now was plenty. The calm between the weathers ever changing and really no time for complaining. The only choice really was to rejoice and pump up that feeling of having some fun out there in the warming sun.
Hitting the beach and finding a small boat so totally sleek. Then jumping right in an d hitting the blue waves, and cruising all day long before the winds once again would get too strong. Crossing the bay and then back again. Like a merry go round only better in so many ways. As it was on the seaside the waters making your smile. And the ride, well that too was quite wild.
In essence the day going fast by as having fun will apparently turn the clocks wind to faster than usual but still, taking a break in the midst of a stormy seasonal shake. Well what could be more greater than crisscrossing around on this small size lake.
“Old school, with paddles, not up the creek but across the lake” Gun Roswell
The boat awaits So better not hesitate As even with a slow boat like this one It’s now or never, Setting the tone to fun Rowing away from the land Well, as far as you can Even if it’s just across the lake
“There is nothing so old, nor useless you cannot recycle for a new usage” Gun Roswell
A boat filled with flowers Was a little too crowded for the rowers So instead, they rode a lawnmower Before the grass grew any taller Yeah, it was a sure surprise For everyone involved
“Going fishing today, after all, it’s a free day, or Friday, what ever you want to call it, I am outta here!” Gun Roswell
Today is the day, when I am getting myself a life, living that is, instead of existing, or at least, that is the grand plan! To be honest, this has been the plan for the past year or so, to get out my fishing gear and simply, just go, to get out there, and have some fun. Granted, fishing might not be a top choice, or even a good choice, but it would be the once for me today, as it was the last of the working days and I needed to get out of the house. And, as there was a nearby fishing village, with small boats to rend kind of cheep-ish, I knew what I was going to do on my one day off. Getting my gear together, I was soon out the door, and even if there was not going to be a big fishy score, the point was to just get out there to the shore, hop inside a dingy, and row, row, row out there, spending a day without care.
So, after a short peddle on my bike, towards the harbour now in sight, I stepped off and went to the shore, to get me some lures, the wormy kind at that, as I wanted to go all retro to the bat. Next step, was to get some snacks, as no day would be perfect without the editable as I wasn’t counting on the fish to bite. Besides, I could not very well eat them raw, sushi never being a favourite so what ever catch would have to be properly prepared, stirred, fried and what ever it took. Next step was then to rent the vessel, a small one with a miniature motor, and good looking oars, as today, was all about them chores. After the deal, was sealed, I was finally able to set sail, or rather take the paddles to my hands, and start my venture off land. What better way, to spend a free Friday!
Spending all day long, on the lulling waves just outside the shore, not daring to be too adventurous, after all, the tiny ship was hardly able to compete with the ships tall. And when the sun started setting, I was off the hooks getting, with a few fish as a reward, most likely a dinner for tomorrow. It was time to head back home, this time using the motor as my arms were sore, all day long spent fishing, so guess that was to be expected, which was fine, I dejected as they would be worse tomorrow, after so much exercise, but hey, I wanted to live the life, so here I was, a fishing person, heading to shore after a long day spent on the waters edge, but hey, I had scored, fish being my reward of the day!
“The bluer is the water, the better is the view, at least from the small sailing ship, making its way across the cool and calming hues“ Gun Roswell
The bluest blue hue of all the blues, shining across the high seas, beckoning for the weary soul, to find their way towards those very inviting waves.
As the hard life on the land is quite hard at least, that is where the blame is laid and so, taking off, the ground so very rough, fleeing to the seas, getting away, way out there where the eyes even can’t see.
“Take a boat, a ship or a large vessel, on a long vacation or just.a short trip across the pond… well, what more is there than to shout — ship ahoy! “ Gun Roswell
A long trip, on an island to slip In a good size sailing ship no less Enjoying the time, to get there, long Provided the weather gods stay gone And let the sunshine and winds Lead us, on our invisible wings
The short vacation to an unknown destination The large commercial vessel, prepared for embarkation All the comforts of a small village, inside this lustrous chillage Of a thing, where you can eat, dance and sing All day long, then all night going strong In the old school discotheque, without much etiquette
When it’s time for your sleeves up to haul Then taking a rowboat across the small moat And don’t forgot to bring your warm coat Because this time of year, the chills will be near Then row, row, row, your little heart out Until you are totally ready to shout:
Rantings Of A Third Kind 