“I’d like to be able to travel anywhere in an instant” Jason Behr
Porvoo old town and surroundings 1
The colours
Of the old town
Will turn
An upside frown
Into a huge smile
When staying a while
In the historic city
Of Porvoo
Listen to the poll
And take little stroll
Pick up a doll
And do a little dance
Take a chance
On the wide expanse
Of the historic streets
Of Porvoo
A throne is only a bench covered with velvet”
Napoleon Bonaparte
A Seat at the Railway Museum
While doing historic exploration
Looking at the human creation
Ending up, on an old railway station
Abandoned, by a foolish nation
But built as a lasting location
A railway museum for the duration
Take a seat and join the celebration
“Helsinki isn’t all that bad. It’s a very nice city, and it’s cold really only in wintertime” Linus Torvalds
At the Market Square in the city centre of Helsinki
The non stop hustle and bustle
The eternal use of the rustle
All them waiting customers
Lurking about, during this, summer
The well known Market Square
The biggest one yet I do swear
On this side, of the town
Some say even, the jewel of the crown
Bursting with all kinds of life
Peacefully, without any kind of strife
Roaming all of them stands
Even if you are not a great fan
But still, you may enjoy the ambiance
So come on down, and do, take a chance
“The snows frozen cover, has finally descended” Gun Roswell
Winter Tales 5
Frozen are the leaves in the tallest trees
A thick layer of snow covering the immobile objects seized
by the power of nature, all of the life remains still
And today, not even the sound of wind
disturbs the scenery of the well made art work
Prepared as the Winter season perk
For us mere humans to be in awe and to enjoy
The ultimate hoax, the ultimate ploy
For us to venture into the great outdoors
Even if the heavy wind us right in the face blows
“Hidden, behind the trees and under the freshly fallen snow, a place of rest “ Gun Roswell
Winter Tales 4
The small house in the middle of thick forest
A place to go when the need to unwind and rest
Gets too strong after the multitude of seasonal parties
So, before you totally let your heart sink
Pack a small bag with only the necessities
And remember, time is never the essence here
When through the tiny door enter
All your troubles and worries at the threshold center
Only the good things in there are allowed
Not even cussing or whining permitted aloud
Spend your days with solemn contemplation
Or with a good book for hours on end without fear of damnation
This, is the place of peace and rest
And when inside the house you have done your very best
Pull up a pair of skis or skates
And take yourself outside to the fresh air or even the frozen lake
Enjoy what Mother Nature has to offer
And maybe you too will live longer and prosper
“The fresh footfalls in the snow in the early morning before the wind blows”
Gun Roswell
Winter Tales 3
Just after the early morning sunrise
Awaiting, behind tight closed blinds
A seasonal and unexpected surprise
During the long dark night
Something soft, bright and white
Onto the bare ground fallen from the skies
Shrieking our of happiness and utter joy
Up out and about the rare weather to finally enjoy
Putting on snow shoes and out in to the cold to venture
For today, is the day of that long awaited great adventure
Winter had finally full filled its promise
Pouring all the fluffy soft powder to each and every crevice
Now nothing more perfect than clear blue skies and sun
So what if we play hooky and get one day of fun!
“Frozen is the water across the lake, yeah so walk on it, it may or may not break!” Gun Roswell
Winter Tales 2
The forest quiet and oh so very still
Nothing head except my footfalls drill
Deep into the frozen snow surface
As in deeper I venture without prejudiced
My breathing getting heavier
As is the cold surrounding weather
No time for thinking or even stopping
To admire the views up popping
I am on a secret mission
And it is to take a hike without intermission
In this winter wonderland of sorts
Before it all once again melts
“The frozen landscape is pretty, when looking from behind the window in a nice and warm place”
Gun Roswell
Winter Tales 1
When the temperatures hit below zero degrees
Celsius not the other kind though, then it all freezes
The cold seizing it all, soul, body and even the floor
If you stick your nose out the door
It will surely make you sneeze, because of all the cold
But there is a sense of adventure
If you into the great snowy white want to venture
Just remember to bundle yourself up
In warm clothing, all way to the nose stuck
Grab a pair of old school skis
And into the great wide open you’ll leave
Don’t forget the apparatus for snapping memories
Those will last way beyond, when the winter soon enough flees
For with this type of warming on the loose
You might be stumbling into water filled with geese
“I tried to learn the Finnish language, which is really, really, really hard, and I realized that if I want to really learn it, I need to move to Finland” Floor Jansen
Our Land
Oh Our Land Finland Fatherland
Echo Loudly Golden Word
No Valley No Hill
No Water Shore More Dear
Than This Northern Homeland
This Precious Land Of Our Fathers
No Valley No Hill
No Water Shore More Dear
Than This Northern Homeland
This Precious Land Of Our Fathers
One Day From Your Bud
You Will Bloom
From Our Love Shall Rise
Your Hope Glorious Joy
And Once Your Song Fatherland
Higher Still Will Ring
From Our Love Shall Rise
Your Hope Glorious Joy
And Once Your Song Fatherland
Higher Still Will Ring
“I hope your Black Friday injuries aren’t so severe that you can’t click a mouse on Cyber Monday.”
Black Friday
“Bright light, bright light!”
“Oh my God, what is that?”
“Holy hell, is it a flying saucer?”
***
The masses had come out from their homes and workplaces staring and pointing up at the unidentified bright light high up in the sky. Some rumours had circulated, stating Finland had fallen under attack by UFOs.
In the corner of the street, a lonesome believer was preaching:
“The end of the world as we know it, is upon us!”
That day, was the first day of the month March.
***
Several months earlier:
It was the beginning of October. The land had fallen under darkness. As if an evil warlock had cast a spell. Sour faces all around, no expressions, as if away blurred. Hardly any sound could be heard. People on the streets, dragging their feet. The lust for life, all sucked out.
First of March
An unidentified source of light had appeared in the skies.
“The sun”, someone said, as the onlookers stood before her, bewildered.
“It is called the sun” she stated again with a smile.
But the other just shook their heads in disbelief.
Still, turning their collective faces towards “the sun”. And, as by a wave of a magic wand, the crowd closed their eyes in unison and enjoyed that sacred moment. A collective sigh of content was the only sound heard.
For who knew, how long this would last…
Rantings Of A Third Kind 