“A small boat, taking its time, while slowly moving towards the setting sun.” Gun Roswell
Take that axe
Off your back
Sit down
And relax
And I’ll bet
A blue sunset
By the seaside
You’ll never forget
Slow boat down the dark river
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Row, row, row your boat
“Sometimes, life might seem like a dream, while more often times, it just turns out to be, a nightmare, so prepare to – scream!” Gun Roswell
Row, row, row your wee puff-puff boat,
Gently down the narrow yet calm stream
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,
Life, yeah that ole thing,
Might just be, but some kind of a dream!
Well, unless you wake up
But better just continue paddling just the same
As this might just all be, quite real!
Blue moment on the waters edge
“The blue moment arrived, and as I looked out my window, I finally smiled” Gun Roswell
Blue moment on the waters edge
The daily grind, had finally ended
It was at that time, I stopped pretending
No more worries, no more work
At least not until, tomorrow’s birth
The sun had gone, after shining for far too long
And the others, the stars and the moon, not yet born
Only this, peaceful calm and cool moment remained
As all of us, in this time and space, existed the same
The blue had now descended, for us mere mortals lended
A place to rejoice and shed all else, our souls to be mended
Alas not long lasting is this, only a fraction of total bliss
Soon enough the clock starts ticking, the time again beginning
But for a moment there
I felt the burning flares
Of the total blueness
Where I, myself, do exist
River slow, night time low
“River runs slow at night, never a fright, even if a deep dive you wanna take, just outta spite” Gun Roswell
River slow, night time low
The night is upon, and nothing will get done, as it is, two in the morning, with low expectation of sun, still there might be something totally fun, to do, just for those daring few, while threading down the river bank, the place where the old boat sank, taking out a dingy, yeah, the one of no one is singing, and paddling across the short distance to the other shore, for whatever hoping to score, as the night time makes most of us dorks.
Up and Down the River we go again
“Rolling on the river, until the moon sliver shows up in the darkening night skies” Gun Roswell
Up and Down the River we go again
Smooth and dead calm is the surface of the darkened water as we pass by a family of sea otters. While rolling languidly down the river bank, on the look out for the treasure boat which here in the past sank. There is no hurry to really catch anything, even if a sort of a fishing expedition was a thing. But whatever the method chosen to relax during this smooth ride on the river side might be, it does not matter if you nothing else except some peace and quiet from the trip will receive.
Move along, on the river without a current strong, if you want to, maybe even sing a song, there is no throng at the moment, as only you and whomever you choose to follow with you on this kind of an adventure, even if it is supposed to be mostly relaxing without pressure. As the small boat taking you to places unknown lulling you to a state of redemption, don’t hesitate simply dive into the awaiting temptation as this is the way of life on the river never the deeper or shallower, only going up and down the curvy slopes.
Calm sailing
“Sailing across the blue waves of the river blue under the skies of calming blues, until the night hues” Gun Roswell
Calm sailing
When quickly dashing, over the railing, there is no room for failing, as I am going to be sailing, so very far away.
As today is that very day of totally smooth weather, so I am finally cutting the tether for good and skipping this town, at least for now.
But without any frowns on my face, as this place, was nice for a while, but it lost its smile so moving along, is my feeling strong.
It was fun of course while it lasted, but the time is not to be wasted and all the adventures out there are waiting for me, so without any hesitation I am off.
To the end of the world and beyond I am sailing, no matter the weather as there will be a safe haven, for the storms shaking this boat so small.
Waking my final goodbyes, to all those I knew and maybe loved, but no regrets are in my mind, only the possibilities of whatever new things I can find out there, over the horizon and the stratosphere.
A boat across the moat 2
“There is nothing to it, just grab a boat, any kind of boat and then, take off, from the seashore, the end of the pier, and head o out there, wherever you want to go” Gun Roswell
A boat across the moat
Take a really deep dive, into the ocean wide, only, this time, go with the flow and take it real slow, and inside a boat at that, because your poor body might snap, if the waves get too high, and then up towards the sky you will fly, only to crash down soon after. So, be careful out there, in the liquid stratosphere, strap up and abide by the maritime rules, as those who wrote them, were no fools. Then only will you be able to enjoy yourself fully and maybe, become a mariner too, as it is a profession quite cool. And hey, no one would blame you if you did, as that might just be the best gig of them all, until, at least, fall.
A boat across the moat 1
“Take a ride on a boat, on a river, on the sea, what ever it takes, for at least a moment to flee” Gun Roswell
A boat across the moat
There it was, waiting, prepped and ready, for a ride, on the waves, or at least, on the water. It was after all, a fine day, with a sunny disposition, so why not take an excursion out there, on the wide open blue. Because there is nothing more calming and certainly more relaxing, when taking a day off from it all and letting yourself deep into the ocean fall. Letting the craft take its course, without looking back or any remorse of tasks left undone, just to have one day of fun. Even if the fun is set on stun, as the calming waves, will let you into a deep slumber, the world around fading away, and for a moment you wish this way forever to stay. Alas, it is only for a day, and that is okay, as this time apart from it all, is much better than nothing at all. And even if you wish the time to stall, returning is the proper and only call to make.
Porvoo, the city of old
“The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only a page” Saint Augustine
Porvoo, the city of old
The old town of Porvoo
A home away from home
Flew there like a crow
Stated ,when in Rome…
Found the nearest cafe
Which was close to the bay
Enjoyed the sunny day
Until turn of eve
When it was time to leave
Riverside living with a smile
“Living, by a river, is so totally cool. Well, it can be during winter time!” Gun Roswell
Riverside living with a smile
When a house was built
Near the water’s edge filled
With nautical stuff up to the hilt
I really could not resist
So I reserved a spot
Right there on the dot
Of getting a tour of the house
Hoping I wasn’t too much of a louse
Because I was only curious
Not really that frivolous
To have my home there
Where the cool waters fare
But little did I know
That I would fall in love
With the tiny house by the river
And now, I am a home owner
By that same river 😉
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