Gun’s Travel Log: Greece – Rhodes Island 17

Posted on August 14, 2015 by Gun Roswell

“Once the travel bug bites there is no known antidote, and I know I shall be happily infected until the end of my life” Michael Palin

Gun’s Travel Log: Greece, Rhodes: Day Seven: Hanging by the Pool

Gun’s travel log, stardate: Greece, City of Rhodes EET (GMT +3)

Today was the last day of the holiday and sadly tomorrow morning we will take off.
Relaxing in the warmth of the sun and snapping a few memories in the near surroundings was all on the agenda.

Basking in the sun
What could be more fun
I can think of none
Last day of holiday
Luckily on a sunny day
Tomorrow we’ll be on our way
On the plane back home we’ll fly
To our friends we’ll say goodbye
There will be no dry eye
The skies briefly turned gray
As if to sadly say
For a while more stay
But, in the end
The time spent
Was a holiday to recommend

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Gun’s Travel Log: Greece – Rhodes Island 15

Posted on August 14, 2015 by Gun Roswell

“Eureka! – I have found it!” Archimedes

Gun’s Travel Log: Greece, Rhodes: Umbrellas

Gun’s travel log, stardate: Greece, EET (GMT +3)

For an island which says
They offer 300 sunny days
There sure are lots of umbrellas
In this little town of Hellas’

Better be prepared for the worst
Was the answer received at first
The local folk seemingly surprised
Of the Finn’s stupid question arised

Kindly explaining further
The picture was getting clearer
The monsune season filled with rain
Without the umbrellas it would be a pain

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August Skies, Photography and Poetry

Posted on August 7, 2015 by Gun Roswell

Photography and Poetry

“August, the summer’s last messenger of misery, is a hollow actor” Henry Rollins

August Skies

Blue, darker, black
White, grayer, black
The days are getting shorter
The sunlight but a quarter
The clouds gathering
Soon the sun capturing
More rain to be expected
Into our souls reflected
In the August skies
The truth lies
The summer’s end

Blue Skies, Poetry and Photography

Posted on August 3, 2015 by Gun Roswell

Photography and Poetry

“Nothing but blue skies from now on…”

Blue Skies

Today
A display
Up in the sky
I saw the light
Shining so bright
Feeling high
A big smile
On my face
In this place
Where bliss
Exists
Today

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Blue Skies, Photography

Posted on August 3, 2015 by Gun Roswell

Blue Skies, Part 2

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Picnic in July, Finnish style

Posted on July 31, 2015 by Gun Roswell

Poetry and Photography

“In the bible it rained for 40 days and 40 nights. They called it disaster. In Finland we call it summer!”

Picnic in July, Finnish style

Going on a picnic
Come snow, hail or shine
After all, it is still July
Hoping not to get sick
Sitting on the beach
Shivering with cold
The warmth at arms reach
It’s summer I was told
Not time for mission abort
Should not have worn shorts
The rain soon falls
Drops like thick walls
Clothes getting wetter
Running to shelter
Looking for a hide
Getting inside
Cold and wet
And unfed
Cursing and swearing
Of this life unfairing
Looking outside again
Hoping no more rain
What the f…k?
The sun is back up!

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Peekaboo, I see You

Posted on July 27, 2015 by Gun Roswell

Poetry and Photography

“A day without sunshine is like, you know, night” Steve Martin

Peekaboo, I see You

Hey you, yellow dot
Up in the sky
Why are you trying to hide
Come on, shine through
And give us some hot
Give us the groove
I know you got
Plenty to share
So just dare
And let some warmth
Into our hearts
Before the storms
Show up for their parts

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The Sun

Posted on July 21, 2015 by Gun Roswell

Photography and Poetry

“Turn your face to the sun and the shadows fall behind you”

The Sun

Today something strange happened
Leaving most of us quite baffled
Something called “the sun” appeared
With its striking rays all of the sky smeared
Out from our caves we emerged
Rubbing our eyes in an urge

The sun boss, the sun!
Someone shouted
It was no pun
Even though doubted

There had been many a tales
Like someone seeing the whales
Of such oddities happening before
But never ever in the wildest dreams
Would we hoped to have scored
Or so it seems

Now, bearing witness
To this unusual event
The sun really existing
Like an early Christmas present

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Dark Skies

Posted on July 20, 2015 by Gun Roswell

Photography and Poetry

“It is often in the darkest skies that we see the brightest stars” Richard Evans

Dark Skies

The light disappearing
Behind the dark curtain
All eyes are tearing
Afraid of a hurting
Is the sky falling down
On this little town
The ever present ancient fear
Of the light bearing sphere
To be swallowed by the beast
All of us be ceased
Huddling closer together
Hoping it’s just the weather
Playing tricks on us fools

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After the Storm

Posted on July 19, 2015 by Gun Roswell

Photography and Poetry: The Clinic /Photo Rehab

“After a storm comes a calm” Matthew Henry

After the Storm

After the storm
Everything is calm
Surrounded by silence
When roaming the island
Not a soul in sight
A sole bird in flight
The scent of nature
The intoxicating mixture
Enhanced by rain
Hard to restrain
My rejoicement