Surrounded by water, what could be better?” Gun Roswell
Archipelago
A bridge carrying you over
To the paradise, or sort of
It’s an island surrounded by water
Maybe even get, a pet otter
Alas it’s heaven for those
Whom seek solitude and prose
So come on down get your dose
Of eternal, sometime surreal
Dream of the Finns
Where life really begins
On an island, in the middle
Of nowhere, without a paddle
“Surrounded by water, what could be better?” Gun Roswell
Archipelago
What, do you see?
Rock, and the eternal sea?
Or something else?
A dream?
Harsh life on an island
Nothing to keep you smiling
No grass, no trees
Blues, greys as far as you can see
Maybe so,
But before you step in that dingy and row
There is much more than sorrow
If you can let some time borrow
The nature wild and rough
Most of it still untouched
The wildlife may wary
Hope you wont get scary
Of birds a flocking
Especially when you’re cooking
And then plentiful sun
Under that surely some fun
But remember the changing weather
Better buckle up with a tether
When the cool storms hit
Then you really are up for shit!
“Ah, the ever changing weather, how lucky are we?” Gun Roswell
Sleet and Snow
It’s that time of the year again
When you’ll never can for tell
Whether the weather be fine or hell
Looking out the window is the best forecast
But do not always your own eyes trust
Bring all kind of gear with you
Maybe even choose an outfit or two
Just to be on the safe side of things
Because when you go out there, you won’t sing
Any hurrah’s or praises to the weather gods
-Those cloud busting arrogant sods!
Playing the fool with us mere mortals here below
Sending rain, hail, and yes, even more snow
And soon out the window go all ready made plans
Oh well, at least there is not too much sand! (for now!)
“It’s snowing, a lot!” Gun Roswell
Snowed In
Today, the snow fell, hard
Going outside, didn’t seem so smart
Even dressing up for the weather reminiscent of art
Opening the door, looking at the falling snow, pouring all over the inside floor
Trying to find a brush or shovel, before the snow inside turns into a puddle
Nothing to it, just some elbow grease and a lot of muscle
I really need to make it on the double and move with a quick hustle
And to beat the overwhelming weather
Trying not to get lost out there, so using a tether
Pushing, brushing, sneezing, pressing on, trying to stay ahead
But the elements keep fighting back in stead
More and more snow coming down
My face is not an upside frown, but one of a beaten clown
Removing all this pure white substance seems a moot point
And soon enough I am lost to the last joint
“Someone, please come and rescue me
For I am stuck in this frozen watery stuff, you see!”
Finally, giving up
Making my way through the trenches with a huff and puff
Cannot fight those damned weather gods
Today, is the day, you can say:
We are snowed in, hibernating, like frogs
“Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home” Matsuo Basho
Porvoo
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
Colourful old buildings
Even graffiti for the chilling
Some of them may be tilting
Life nothing if not thrilling
“Ride your bike, even in winter” Gun Roswell
Bike ride in winter
Down the slippery slop i go
Never ever wanting to go slow
They say follow the flow
But its a bit difficult in the snow
Riding on the icy roads ahead
Never knowing where the trails lead
But never trailing off from adventure
Even with a few benders and dentures
Summer winter spring or fall
My bike and i will never stall
Peddling away never stopping
Always on the road forward hoping
“It’s still snowing!”Gun Roswell
Snow will fall in winter
Another day in the winter time
As I looked from my window outside
The snow came a pouring again
Like it had done every single day
Maybe i had been delusional before
When thinking it would be sunny and bikini weather all year long
But shoveling snow
Until I was totally bored
Was not on my life’s agenda
When this world I decided to enter
It may look all gorgeous from behind the glass
Snapping images with panacea
But winter wonderland grows old really fast
And today i wish it to only on pictures to last
“Tiny little thing isn’t it!” Gun Roswell
Little Engine that could
Up the hill, real real slow
Down the hill, like the hard wind blows
The little engine flows
In the midst of winter
Like a tough young sprinter
No snow will it hinder
Achieving its daily goal
Wrapping the sleet around the pole
Even patching up a few holes
The little engine really can
Soon everyone is a fan
And winter, well no one gives a damn
“Winter really is a heartless bia-tch” Gun Roswell
Rain and Snow
Rain and snow together fell
Onto the frozen ground causing a spell
A cooled down liquid prefix
Of an icy mirror like surface
Where walking is impossible
And falling down most probable
But the beauty of it all still tempting
Maybe, for some ice skating
Rain and snow
Head to toe
Fell together in a row
Nature slow
But still in a flow
And boy, what a show!
Posted in Celebration/National Day
“My favourite country is Finland because once you get to a certain point, you can drive for hours without seeing a single person. I love peace and quiet – something I don’t get very often” Christopher Lee
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
Rantings Of A Third Kind 