“Row row row a boat, gently down the moat” Gun Roswell
Row Boat Ahoy!
A boat from the times simple
May some good old memories kindle
On a day filled with sunlight
When nothing and none is uptight
Take a ride on the lake
With this ye old boat, no fake
Row a while, then maybe smile
On this day of summers so fine
It may be old a rickety
But try to use it skilfully
And to the wide side of the water’s deep
Then back again, it will have brought thee
“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
Vessels, Ships, Boats Ahoy!
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:
Ship Ahoy!
“The clouds heavy looking and filled with stormy rain, I know, soon will fade, because I am on a boat and totally enjoying myself“ Gun Roswell
Across the wide seas
Setting sail, towards the open, and still calm seas, totally inviting
But the forecast filed with ominous promises of possible thunder and lightning
And as soon a hit those supposedly calming waves, I am starting to hesitate
What if a terrible storm filled with hurricane range winds, would end up being my fate
But then again, I was already determined, of my precious break time, on the ocean to spend
And no amount of hell of a high water, would ever keep me, from reaching that very end
So for now, my small vessel, I am confidently steering, with my face still in a state of leering
Because this type of a trip, was a long time in planning, and I’m not about starting
To change those plans so well made, because if there is one thing, I really hate
Is not completing a set up task, even if out here I could not too long last
But the point here being, that I will try to be seeing, through this, venture
No matter the weather, I know this will still be, quite, the adventure, for me
“Sailing in the past, to the future” Gun Roswell
Ship in the Grey
Sailing in the past on the open seas forever seemingly to last
This method might not be the fastest of the safest method forward to move
Alas getting to the future so unsure?
Well, not in the hurry to do that just yet and so no jets but a slow boat
The sails flapping in the wind and when the mood swings
The sails will be lowered and the pace slower
This is the way to move, across the high seas
Never fast, wanting this special moment forever to last
They future out there somewhere, totally can wait
For this solemn sailor
“Sailing away, to far away lands… or at least now, that the sun is setting, getting, home is enough for the weary traveller, right?” Gun Roswell
Sailing into the sunset
The setting sun, is the time indicator, time has past flown, and so now, setting the helm towards home, is the best option, perhaps the only option to follow.
As adventure, can always wait, for tomorrow will be another day, for sure, and the lure, of the far away lands always present, never letting the traveller at peace.
So, either a restless night, without sleep, depending of course, how deep, the thoughts of the ventures ahead are, the smart ones, will figure a way, to set sail, even when with little if no sleep.
But before you get in there too deep, remember, to eat, and have plenty of coffee, as the adventure will take time long, at least, until the next sunset is upon.
“The time for sailing is now, over the grey waters before the storm hits” Gun Roswell
Smart Sailing
Just before the storm hits, the itch gets, to go sailing and embrace the dark waters and skies, it’s after all the place where danger lies, daring the elements, even life itself, but still, if you are smart enough, avoiding the most rough stages of the storm, hitting them waves, making them slaves to the sails, and gliding along the surface of the lakeside open wide, as you are alone there, all others gone in fear, but never mind, that rush, you will soon enough find, going fast, and hey, try to avoid into anything hard blast!
“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
Ships Ahoy!!!
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.
“The ships on the yard? Well, guess it is true, that any port you can call home… is something something!” Gun Roswell
Ships on the yard
The old and discarded, wooden and made ships, on their sides left to lay, on the back yard no less, apparently having become obsolete and useless after some fashionable new ones had taken their place, what a waste!
Then again, isn’t that the way of the present day? But, if there was a way to restore these old school vessels, the beauty still there, even under all the dirt and old paint, the effort too big to take on? Anyone?
But for now, it seems, that those craft are left for all to be seen, as nothing more than a rotting pile of useless junk, making a good hiding place for the mice and even a few skunks, after all, the animals seem to be able to recycle old stuff, so why not us?
“There are plenty of boats out there, to take to the sea” Gun Roswell
The boats in the harbour
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.
“Hoist the sails and head on the way, as a great adventure lies ahead“ Gun Roswell
Set sail to the promised land
No matter the season, there is always a good reason, to go sailing. Well, that is of course if you can find the flowing waters to do so. But a good enough reason, to travel even farther away, to find that perfect space, where the waters freely flow and you can simply row, row, row your boat, or perhaps better still, set sail, even if it wasn’t that promised of a land ahead, rather just a familiar beach, close enough to quickly reach.
When reaching that harbour, the anticipation getting stronger each step taken as the boat is waiting, after a long hard search, the small sailing thing is there, just at reach. Then soon enough, jumping on board nervously, the small dingy shaking and stirring, but size does not matter as the most important part is to get out there, to set sail, across the lake, and even if the sense of getting to far and strange lands is a fake, it does not matter as today is all about hoisting that tall sail and hitting the breaking waves, and not be a slave to the land I have just left behind.
Rantings Of A Third Kind 