The Scenic Route

“Take the ever-changing scenic route, around the small clear lake, that’s just so damned good!” Gun Roswell

The Scenic Route

Again, Monday, really came, too soon
But that’s alright, you stupid old fool
Since you are not going, to any kind of school
And then, even the working day, was totally doomed
Yes, that is the ever existing Monday mood
Luckily, the weather, was sunny yet cool
And what came next, well, you just knew

There really was no good reason to stay inside
And on top of that, make a gloomy face and plain hide
Rather, to take, a good long hike outside
In the great and good nature, open wide
With the eye shades on, then, step into the light
And stating, this scenic route, with a big smile

As there is nothing more so completely healing
Than, when the nature is truly revealing
It’s awesome energetic power and thus sealing
Into, it’s calming embrace, this small human being

Greece vs. Water for World Wide Wednesday

“There are plenty of places to dive, to swim or even row, in Greece, in a small cove” Gun Roswell

Greece vs. Water

Clear blue, endless, cloudless skies, and cool, refreshing blue waters
Suitable, for us lowly peasants, and even, for the kings daughters

The ancient, mighty monuments, surrounded, by the crystals glittering
The many images of the castles, forts and other similar types, on the surface reflecting

Waterfalls, existing in a garden or even, carved by nature
A calming effect, is just the same, no matter which way you venture

When the night slowly falls, and the time, totally stalls
The birds are taking their final flight, before tucking in, for the darkening night

Here I am, sitting, contemplating, for a moment, by the turquoise pool
Now, slowly changing, into deep dark colours, by the eerie shadows

Playing, on the surface, finally daring in, for a nightly dive, in the liquid space
Refreshing, rejuvenating, before finally, falling, into deep sleep in this heavenly place

Greece vs. Rock for World Wide Wednesday

“There is plenty of rock in good old Greece” Gun Roswell

Greece vs. Rock

Rocks piled, one by one
For miles, they seemed to go on
Maybe, it was a puzzle, the ancients tried to do
Or maybe, it was a fortress, for the chosen few

There it stands, visible from all over the land
A mighty pile of rock, a wall if you will, proudly stands
Make it what you will, a castle, a monument or ancient ruins
They old ones surely knew, when they built it, what they were doing

Here we are, the modern kind
Staring, gawking, wondering, of the find
I guess what ever the vision calls for
But in a good way, they had us all

We have written the history for ourselves
Memorizing the past, from the books on the shelves
Conjuring stories behind the old buildings and kind
Never knowing, where the truth, really lies

Loud

“It’s always so loud in here” Gun Roswell

Loud

Noises, voices, music and such
Sometimes it all gets just too much
Wishing there was a cone of silence
I could sit inside for a while at least

But the world is loud
Most likely being proud
Ignoring my humble request
For a soundless place

Maybe I need to set on a quest
For this mysterious space
Unless someone has a big volume button
With which to turn down the level
At least for a little while to revel
In total mode of shutdown
Until someone decides
The levels again to raise

Barcelona

“Travelling is such fun” Gun Roswell

Barcelona

When in Spain, in the city of Barcelona,
You really want to sing, dance and holler
For it’s marvels and beauty of a kind
In any other city is really hard to find
Someone else already made that song
Where two voices tell it really strong
Falling in love with this place may be easy
As everything here is done with pleasing
The one and only which could also be you
And then you’d be among the chosen few
Once you enter via port of any sort
Then leaving this place is not the worth
Of any other place
So then here you stay

World Wide Wednesday in Helsinki Twenty-Two

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Windows

A window to nowhere
Separating this and elsewhere
If the window is opened wide
Will the two worlds, collide?

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Uspenski Cathedral

If all we would need
Was a hail storm
For people to reform
And all our differences
To exceed…

One can only dream
And maybe one day
It will become real
But for today
It’s only preserved
In a picture frame

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Up Up Up

“Hey!
Look up!
I think we’re in Canada now!”

“Oh Canada…”

“Wait, stop singing!
It’s just Helsinki
There’s still lots of swimming:
Hope we won’t be sinking,
And reach Canada!”

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Tram Ride

The sign promised
A low sugar tram ride
But to be really honest
It was just an ad on the side

Anyway, since you got in it
Enjoy the narrow and wide
City of mine

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Top of the World

“Standing tall
On top of the world
Let my voice be heard
At least, until I fall”

“Ok,
So maybe not the world
Just a tiny country
Or a smaller city
Somewhat nitty-gritty
But anyways,
I am the queen
Hear me roar?”

“Yeah, right!”

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