“The sea beckons for the stray traveller to get on the waves, in a boat or then, swimming perhaps close to the shore” Gun Roswell
I still remember
That one September
The bluest of skies
And it was warmer than July
The water clear and inviting
The air soft and delighting
Not a worry in sight
Everything quite right
In the distance
For an instance
A boat or two
Disappearing from the view
Most tourists already gone
Leaving us alone
Enjoying in peace
With a short lease
The last rays of summer
The tiny wooden made shack, by the seashore stands, sideways slacked
It’s really not much to look at, just a few odd planks together stacked
But for the one that built it, this little house, might just be, the perfect fit
A summer’s cottage, or a simple, almost a tent type thing, on the beach sits
Alas, the rough and unforgiving autumn winds soon will fall
Upon each and every single plane, even up, to this remote shore
If the tiny summer cottage will the beating of weather’s wrath survive
Then come next spring, the dweller will have a place to return just fine
But, until that time, the sun will still shine
The clear blue waters and even the skies
Will be totally able to provide
The needed light and warmth to get by
Here in the tiny beach house, oh so divine
“Spot the boat on the side of the road” Gun Roswell
Sailing along the shore
Just to be on the safest of sides, on this, blue ocean oh so wide
And as is the pride in addition to the set of skills still lacking quite
The best bet for today’s magnificent ride, was not to totally hide
Rather to stay securely and solemnly on the long, long coastline
So, taking this adventure with just a slight hint of enthusiasm in the air
At least before getting the hang of all this sailing stuff without despair
As it really is a tough job, controlling all of this fine burnt small size boat
So not to make too much of a hassle of it al and then left on the strand to croak
But today, is the first trial of running a ship of my own, being the captain bold
And following the given rules and regulations, and doing the things as told
Because since day one after seeing this fine vessel ready and able, I was sold
And so becoming the proud owner and the skipper, well, guess it was foretold
So, setting sail, across the seashores, will be today’s finest chore
And that despite the short distance will still not be any kind of bore
“Settled into a small seaside village, for the weekend at least, what could be more fun than that Gun Roswell
Village by the seashore
The quite tiny, yet very lively village
By the calm blues and sandy seashore exists
The every day life to some might seem dull
But the dwellers there, would that argument null
Because the life even without luxury, is very full
The fishing, the shopkeeping and even just being
Is the way or them, and starts early every single morning
Always a happy smile and a quick hello
To their neighbours but also complete strangers
Get the same treatment, without a seconded thought
And, when an errand tourist there might venture
On a weekend getaway from the daily grind, they might find
That no connection there exists of the internet kind
And soon enough, even after first huff, that will be really fine
Because visiting this settlement, turns out to quite the adventure
“It’s just another regular working day, here, by the cold, seashore” Gun Roswell
Working by the seashore
When the day breaks in the early morning
And the sunshine breaks with a big yawning
The working day is about to start
So, please, try to play it very smart
The waters seem so very cold
And the weather is even getting more bold
The sun hiding behind all them clouds
And the wind is howling ever more loud
The boats beneath us soon are shaking
As the unexpected storm from the seas is breaking
Being alright at this point is only faking
As the faces turn greener and the bodies quaking
But the working day is far from over
The attitudes like the weather getting bolder
Rolling up the sleeves
To all this heavy-duty work to complete
Minds off the shaking surface
Since this is no time for hurling
And when the attitudes are corrected
Sooner than later, the work is completed
Homeward bound the working crew now is
Even the boss said she was pleased
Back to the comfort of home they head
Because tomorrow another working day awaits
Posted in 7-Day Nature Photo Challenge, Day Three
Photography
“It is better to travel well than to arrive” Buddha
(7-Day Nature Photo Challenge) Day Three
Seashore, Paphos, Cyprus
Paphos is a city on the southwest coast of Cyprus, the Mediterranean island. Inhabited since Neolithic times, Paphos has several sites relating to the cult of the goddess Aphrodite, whose mythical birthplace was at Old Paphos (Kouklia). New Paphos is the modern city that incorporates the harbor. It’s also home to Paphos Archaeological Park, encompassing ancient ruins of tombs, fortresses, theaters and villas.
Posted in Photography 101: Moment & Motion (Day Thirteen)
“You can’t cross the sea merely by standing and staring at the water” Rabindranath Tagore
Water
When you take a dip into the cool ocean
Your body’s surrounded by nature’s lotion
While your mind fills up with pure emotion
October: Month of wellingtons and mackintoshes
Photography and Poetry
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Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy
“He should not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall” J.R.R. Tolkien
Nightfall, City Lights
The soft coloured city lights
Reflecting on the water
In the darkened nights
Of the month of October
Standing on the pier
No one else is near
Reflecting the day’s events
Before I finally relent
And start my journey home
PHOTO CHALLENGE: Happy Place
“This week, we want you to show us where you go to get your groove back”
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Happy Place.”
“Very little is needed to make a happy life; it is all within yourself, in your way of thinking” Marcus Aurelius
Happy Place, Seashore (Part Two)
Happiness
Is a little stretch of emptiness
Of seashore that is
Sitting on the rocks
Watching the waves
Feeling the misbehave
Tossing shoes and socks
Walking to the waterline
Reminders of cloud nine
Sand between the toes
Silently uttered woes
Of never leaving…
…Paradise
Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile DeGodoy
“The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever” Jacques Yves Cousteau
By the Seashore
I still remember
That one September
The bluest of skies
And it was warmer than July
The water clear and inviting
The air soft and delighting
Not a worry in sight
Everything quite right
In the distance
For an instance
A boat or two
Disappearing from the view
Most tourists already gone
Leaving us alone
Enjoying in peace
With a short lease
The last rays of summer
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Rantings Of A Third Kind 