A brief breather on the country side

Posted on October 26, 2021 by Gun Roswell

“A trip to the deep of the country side, can easily make you smile and take a deep cleansing breath” Gun Roswell

A brief breather on the country side

When the city air, leaves you in despair, and the need for some freshness is all you can declare, then hop into that van of yours and let it carry along the highway long, until you reach that place, where nobody much stays, but always yearn to one time on the future live in, by the side of the country, wagered things are as they used to be, at least if you believe.

And so, when you get there, take a really long breath of the cool, calming and clean air, let your lungs fill with the stuff, like a puff from the proverbial pipe. And let it inside of you dwell for a long long moment before letting it expel, ever so slowly though, as this air, is no foe, but a friendly reminder from the past, letting you know nothing will last, not long anyway.

So, enjoy the fresh cool calmness for now, and when you are done, and have to leave, just remember to tell the tale to the next person, whom might want to set their sails, the this place where miracles are made, to be shared, with all those seeking them.

Travel to the Farm

Posted on December 23, 2020 by Gun Roswell

“There is just something, of so much fun, when getting to the countryside, to get undone “
Gun Roswell

Travel to the Farm

The day ahead, looking really good, from this, bigger size town shed
When packing up the car, with food, proper clothing and even a tent
Because today, the country side beckoned, for a quite memorable event
Even if this was something, done quite often, despite a lot of time there spent

The drive, went pretty fast, as the farm, was not that far, just down the road
But never the less, getting there, with even all the prepare, was never a bore
As all the small and big things waiting there, were not just the country fair
But a whole plethora of exiting stuff, this town group could not get off enough

Animals, of various types, some of the soft and cuddly, some more scary types
With large horns sticking from their sides, or maybe just thinking of the large vehicles
Such as tractors on the open fields plowing and doing what ever needed doing
And to these city folk, this was always so exotic, that you would like to get there stuck

With dust in my tracks

Posted on December 16, 2020 by Gun Roswell

“I am always leaving fast, with the dust in my tracks” Gun Roswell

With dust in my tracks

When I do leave, a place, any single place
I usually, like to leave, my own mark as well
Be that something permanent, carved on stone
Or, just simple specs of dust, in the air thrown
So, today, when the sun was finally shining
And the wide open roads me gently beckoned
I jumped into my trusted four wheeled steed
And pushed the pedal to the metal for the speed
The dry and sandy path ahead, to an idea lead
To leave a sign of my being here, on this sphere
As I drove down the lane, like a person, insane
The only thing to be seen, as I left the slate clean
Was the thick and ever climbing, spectacular sighting
Of a cloud filled with small grains, forming the dust
Leaving it hanging in the air, until the day fell to rust

A monster of a tractor

Posted on December 15, 2020 by Gun Roswell

“It’s big, it’s red, it’s a monster of a machine!” Gun Roswell

A monster of a tractor

It may just be, the one and the only, technological epitome, of equipment for tiny me
The mighty and really large vehicle, a tractor, all over painted, with the shiniest of reds
And this, pretty red one, was going to be the one, driving little old me, all day, around
In the fields open and quite wide, and with this kid, of vessel, it would be difficult to hide
As the mere size of it, was a sight, but, also causing the narrow roads to totally shift
As trying hard, to navigate and avoid, if possible, hitting each and every hidden ditch
But soon enough, getting the hang of the mighty truck, and as it would be my best luck
I managed, to hang on and ride all the way, without too much of uncomfortable dismay
And finally reaching the fields of plenty, to start with my task of harvesting, well, gently
Because this was the one kind of a tractor, that would rise to the occasion, out factored
The cost of the gasoline and other kinds of upkeep, but hey, as it was doing the job so neat
Then what is a small amount of expenses, when the harvest, was done in a less than a week!

Winding Road

Posted on August 22, 2019 by Gun Roswell

“Like the little red riding hood, I am going through the woods” Gun Roswell

Winding Road

The forest so thick I can hardly see the trees
But never mind, I can, hop skip and squeeze
My way through the thick layer of greens
Until I find my way back, and the ever winding road I see
It’s not too far I don’t mind, as I’m making good time
This place filled with lush green and other critters
Is surprisingly calming, even friendly, without too many jitters
With a hop and a skip, I over the narrow creek leap
Then in the distance, something shining a blue
I think do I dare or would I be a complete fool
But the adventurer wins and so with a song I sing
I start towards the patch of water in the distance
Hoping maybe, it’s a lake or similar and then in an instance
I am there and find, the rarest beach of any kind
Immediately kicking off my shoe and in goes the toe
The liquid so cool and refreshing I am soon undressing
Taking a dip in the soothing lake, before an observation I make
The road ever winding, I have already been finding
As the staring point is right at this very shore
Knowing my way back is secure, I take another round in the water, just to be sure
It’s refreshing alright and soon again, I am on my way, despite
Leaving behind this great place I have come to appreciate
But swearing I’ll be back here, for an other run of this place called nature

Cottage in three

Posted on August 20, 2019 by Gun Roswell

“Summer fun in so many cottages, it’s getting to a point of annoying really! ” Gun Roswell

Cottage in three

Red, yellow, any other colour, or maybe even painted black
The choices for living, really do not lack
Going around and around, never once looking back
As one, after the other, is so much better, than the last
But, for only one week at the time
Spending, my vacation, nearly, on a dime
Even the weather, is ever so fine

And I surely have no complaints, of all these cottages, oh so divine
Juggling amongst these places, some near, some far
Luckily my rucksack is not weighing, so need for a car
Summer still well spent, even if it wasn’t exactly like I had dreamt
But the experience given me so much more
I can go back to the daily grind without immediately being bored
After all, adventure is part of human nature, with or without fear
And this year, I certainly got plenty for the rest of the year