“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
“Sunset by the lake, taking a slow boat across the moat, just to watch the spectacle” Gun Roswell
Sunset by the Lake
It’s no fake, the setting sun playing, the vivid colours laying all across the sky and land
It’s that time of the day, the setting of the sun at hand
Folks gathered from both near and far, just to have a glimpse of the spectacle, observing with mouths ajar
Those daring, will try to reach the sun and the sky, before it’s too late
Slipping in their boats across the large size moat of a lake, without time to hesitate
Rowing, rowing, rowing their tiny hearts away, just to bask in the display
”The sun is setting, because the moon is finally letting, exhausted from all that shining and so, without too much whining, going to sleep, for the night” Gun Roswell
Crisscross across the lake, because it’s late
The small lakeside, getting much more darker each passing moment, being almost like torment, for those wanting nothing more than all that light of the day, there for all of the night to stay.
But, it was hardly possible, to sustain all that light, especially during the ever darkening night, and so, another kind of workaround was devised, that of artificial light, with an on and off switch, on its very side.
And so, even if most of them did adore and worship the sun and it’s bright light, they had come to terms with the fact, that the dark night, would be their continued plight, it was still all fine, as now, they could simply switch on, a brand new light, not as bright, but still totally fine.
“There is nothing to it, well, maybe just a tad, some figuring out on how to steer, but when you get the hang of it, sailing is the best” Gun Roswell
Sailing again, this time to the right
The boat in the harbour, quite adored, only waiting for the right person to take her off the shore
Still, staying stranded had never been a bore, as there were plenty of admires there to score
Alas, today, the special person would be out for a spell, and the small sailing boat could tell
It would be such a glorious afternoon out there in the warm sunshine and cool blue waves to spend
After all, this new sailor was a heavens sent, always taking good care of the deck and the tall sails
Never wavering in giving a compliment here and there, never out of spare but with a loving purpose
Even if some of those passers by, who would not admire, rather said a boat was just an inanimate object
But not to this special sailor, who wore the clothing especially tailored, for seafare, as taking the small boat out was not a dare
Rather a choice of life, to get away from the daily grind, finding peace out there in the high seas
And for theses reasons, the little sailing boat made sure their new keepers to always happy keep
“It would be nice to live on a small island in the middle of nowhere much, then again, I might miss some creature comforts” Gun Roswell
Small island life
The island beckoning, small as it is, the town with only two buildings and a few people there, the rest of it just trees and sandy shores totally free as far as eyes can see, well, at least, for the short stretch, as this is a minuscule island resort, far away from the highlands, and that is fine, as this land might be small, but it’s not crowded and that makes me smile, as all the vile of the big city, never made me feel giddy, not like this place does, and without any kind of fuss, being oneself the key, these people don’t care or flee, even if sometimes in your underwear you like to sprint across the main street, not a feat though as the distance is quite short, pretty much the diameter the island across. And even if this might not be a permanent residence, there is nothing so good sometimes rouging it out, the creature comforts soon forgotten, as the peace and quiet caresses the senses on the verge of total stress, the small island life, can be a strife, but also, a great big reward, if you balance it all right.
“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.
“There are so many tracks out there, on the surface and everywhere, that someone, without a compass will most certainly get totally lost!“ Gun Roswell
Tracks on the surface of the icy lake to follow
There are plenty of tracks on the icy snow of the covered lake in winter, some of them can be easily followed while others are buried deeper under the overlapping freshly made ones, but as there is no need to wallow in making the decision as it is as easy as precision, as from the chaos becomes order, if you only concentrate on the one set to make your own way, and once that choice is made, the path ahead, will be led to wherever you need to go.
So, when the selected tracks are in view, and the excitement is pretty new, wanting to simply run as fast as possible, never minding the obstacles, but before you do, just take a few moments to consider that the goal is not fading away and there is a lot of time to slay, and then, with a few steps move along, taking it slow, enjoying the ride while on the track side, as for now, the hurry will only cause worry, and after all, the steps small, will eventually save time.
“The sun is finally shining, so stop that whining and get outside, grab a pair of skates or skis and see where life will lead” Gun Roswell
Skiing along the snowy lake
The winter might be harsh and cold, but for the dating and bold, but it still has a lot to offer.
It is as simple as if you are willing to put on some warm clothing, then picking up that most favourite sport thing, a pair of skates perhaps, or some skis from the old shed, where your memory has you led, of all those fun filled days of yesteryear, when there was no fear at all to try on some winter’s fun, perhaps playing a game on the ice or riding down hill a sleigh ever so fine.
But those days are gone now and you can feel it in the old bones., complaining and creaking and done place soft and warm seeking, but before you completely let go of those almost forgotten dreams, why not take one more ride, just along the frozen stream, let the child within run free for the moment, as not all life needs to be dreary and torment.
So, whatever fancy’s there for the winter’s fun, just get it done, before it is too late and filled your mind with regret will be from now on.
“On the frozen lake, not much is at stake, when criss crossing from bank to bank“ Gun Roswell
Criss cross on the snow
The winter morning sun, beckoned the dwellers outside for some winters fun, as the frozen lake close by provided a spot to run around in the otherwise crowded and small city side. The options plenty and the styles wary, as the people now put to enjoy the day of fun in the cold and crispy winter’s sun, as this kind of pleasure was as rare as finding hidden treasure. But perhaps this was even better, as the laughter of the dwellers enjoying their time out, was echoing through the streets quite loud. The playing on the wide field formerly a puddle filled with water, now snow and ice, was having everyone skating, skiing even playing the hockey of ice. Not too seriously though as everyone felt the playfulness of the situation and none was having a serious expression on their face because on this day, only fun and laughter were present. So, the essence of the lesson of this experience is, to go and get out there, no matter winter or not. Just take part in whatever fun filled games are played and try to be safe.
“The birds are singing, by the seashore, they’ll be swans a swimming” Gun Roswell
Two Swans a Swimming
The two of them happily swimming
As they are against each other leaning
They are a duo, a couple at the lake
Nothing about them, can be called fake
They mate together for a long life
Giving each other those swan like smiles
On the nearby pond this summer they will stay
Keeping humans form their offspring away
Some may say if you listen real careful
You can sometimes hear something graceful
The two swans softly a serenading
When the are each other, in the calmness praising
Rantings Of A Third Kind 