#The island of tourism and shopping, but also history.” Gun Roswell
Take a day trip
Just to be hip
Spend some time
In the ruins sublime
Then a break
Some salad or steak
The afternoon spent
Window shopping
Bar hopping
Or simply people watching
It’s all up to you
How to spend the time
On this holiday so fine
“Two towers still standing tall, built in ancient times, but look at them, they are simply fine” Gun Roswell
Two Towers
Brick, by brick, they were laid, by those whom came before us, releasing their visions, of a strong and memorable construct, for the ages to last, no matter what nature and time would throw at the two, they would survive and they should, lasting up and til these days, because the secrets the walls of these two tall towers are able to tell, well, you only need to stay close enough to touch and so much, will be shared.
“Travel the world, see, everything!” Gun Roswell
World Wide Wednesday
Sunrise is Around
In the early morning hours
After waking up and taking a shower
I am walking to the beach
Where, at this hour, no one else is at reach
Taking a preferred seat
On the large bolder, a perfect holder
Then, waiting for a moment longer
My eyes slowly adverting towards the corner
Where a faint spot of light appears
Over there, at the calm sea, but somehow, in the stratosphere
I watch the tiny speck of light
Turning into a most precious sight
Reds, yellows turning into white
As the spectacle of a gorgeous sunrise
I have finally witnessed
“Travel the world, see, everything!” Gun Roswell
World Wide Wednesday
Fast boat, Slow life
On this island, filled with a lot of sun
The life, can easily turn to, too much fun
Fast boats, fast friends, fast food
Maybe, there is something else for you to do?
Like:
Walk to the seaside, in a really slow pace
Keep a look out for the natives, as they stay
Under the protective shades, at midday
Then only, when the sun sets
Like them, make your own way
To the sandy shores of the land
Dive into the cool blue liquid
And then, let the life stand still
As the summer ends, way too quickly
“Travel the world, see, everything!” Gun Roswell
World Wide Wednesday
Monument Market
Exactly at noon
When the scorching sun
Hits the zenith
The local marketplace
Starts buzzing with life
As the tourist and other types
Come out to play
There is no shade
And certainly, no shame
As to:
What you do
What you wear
What you eat
Who you look at
Who you talk to
Who you ignore
And don’t forget
The glorious set
Of monuments, buildings
History of any era
When you roam around
The old school agora
The water and sun
Can also be a source of fun
When the day is ending
Then, consider some time
In the harbour spending
“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
“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
“Heavy traffic on the tarmac” Gun Roswell
Coming or going?
Which way are we driving?
Are we coming or going or simply
Staying put in this place?
Seems no matter which way
The steering wheel is turned the vehicle
Only goes the opposite way
What are the options then
Run around in circles forever and ever
Or try to figure out
How to shift the gears
Take a step back and then try
To slowly move forward again
“First you’re up then you’re down” Gun Roswell
Uphill battle
Up the steep hill struggling
My feet sliding on the slippery stones
Trying hard not to fall
Ancient ruins beckoning to be
Checked, have to reach the top or
It is a total flop
Breathing is heavy, so loud
The local fauna wondered what the hell
Is this ruckus all about
They all gathered to stare
As further up I climbed the stairs
Until finally I was there
“Fine dining today” Gun Roswell
Mama’s bar
Entering Mama’s bar with mouth
Ajar, drool running freely from the corners
As the smells assault each
And every sense I have
Anticipating the taste of servings so plenty
I am silently thanking the
One who into this wonderful
Sent me, knowing what my tastes would
Be as far as food
Would be concerned and knowing
How much I love the local cuisine
Today, I will certainly feast!
Rantings Of A Third Kind 