The water, the rock, the sunshine

“The elements of life, well, at least part of them, mostly those used for a great summer’s break“ Gun Roswell

The water, the rock, the sunshine

The spring of life, the cool blue stuff, the liquid so clear, you can see through it, and the best thing of it is, that you can actually drink it, bathe in it and simply, lull yourself to sleep while floating on it, truly the multipurpose tool for any kind of fool in need of some relief from whatever kind of ailment.

The rock, hard as they come, an element, none too fun, but good to be used as another kind of tool, like hammering down a nail or using it to cover up a trail, whatever use basically thought of, even a house built, well, sort of, but also, a great place to sit on, when all other furniture fails.

The sun, shining above, the warmth, the bright rays, the light, all of it combined, what a great surprise, after such a long while of remaining in total darkness, and so, for the duration of a season, perhaps more, the shining sun, sometimes a bore, mostly though, praised by lore, will be the one keeping up the spirits of those seeking its audience.

WWW: Written in Stone (six)

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“Traveling – it leaves you speechless,
then turns you into a storyteller.”
– Ibn Battuta

Written in Stone

Left here standing
On this open landing
A church once filled with worshippers
Now heard only
A few lonesome whispers

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WWW: Written in Stone (nine)

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“Traveling – it leaves you speechless,
then turns you into a storyteller.”
– Ibn Battuta

Written in Stone

9-a

“Enter at your own peril”
The sign was read by Meryl
“Well, we have to get to the next level,
If we want the beat the rebels!”

9-b

WWW: Written in Stone (four)

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“Traveling – it leaves you speechless,
then turns you into a storyteller.”
– Ibn Battuta

Written in Stone

4-a

The ruins of Acropolis
A place for fun, a place of knowledge
Decipher if you will
The old texts written with skill
Into to the old stones
Which no one owns

4-b

WWW: Written in Stone (ten)

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“Traveling – it leaves you speechless,
then turns you into a storyteller.”
– Ibn Battuta

Written in Stone

Oh my, oh dear,
Is this a place I truly fear?
Does anyone my cries hear?
Please, get me outta here!

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WWW: Written in Stone (seven)

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“Traveling – it leaves you speechless,
then turns you into a storyteller.”
– Ibn Battuta

Written in Stone

7-a

Ladies in waiting
May be a sentence under stating
A few millennia
They have stood in catatonia

7-b

WWW: Written in Stone (two)

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“Traveling – it leaves you speechless,
then turns you into a storyteller.”
– Ibn Battuta

Written in Stone

When the pipes are a-smoking
Do not go around poking
There may be something cooking
In the ovens no one is looking

Dare adventure inside
But be careful of what you find
It may or may not be kind
Something preserved in time

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WWW: Written in Stone (one)

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“Traveling – it leaves you speechless,
then turns you into a storyteller.”
– Ibn Battuta

Written in Stone

History written into these forgotten stones
They used to be for many simple homes
Now what remains, may just be, some forgotten bones

1

WWW: Written in Stone (five)

Posted in World Wide Wednesday

“Traveling – it leaves you speechless,
then turns you into a storyteller.”
– Ibn Battuta

Written in Stone

Remnants of a temple
Now available,
For long term rental

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WWW: Written in Stone (three)

Posted in World Wide Wednesday

“Traveling – it leaves you speechless,
then turns you into a storyteller.”
– Ibn Battuta

Written in Stone

3-a

The castle of brave knights
Who attended many a fights
Spent drinking many a nights
Now turned off are their lights
And remaining a stony sight

3-b