Autumn’s Lanes

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“Forget the Yellow Brick Road, no this is much better, the path of the Fall, Autumn if you will, just follow them bricks and mind your step!” Gun Roswell

The view from my window
Almost like a suburban meadow
Nature growing wild and free
Only a glimpse of the road I see
The pathway to our house
Narrow and more fitting for a mouse
Black asphalt with a touch of green
Surrounded by colours more gorgeous
Than I ever seen
Mirror mirror on the wall
Which of the seasons
Is the prettiest of them all
Why Autumn of course
Such a nature’s force

Blue moment on the waters edge

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“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

The Snow and the Bike

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“There is nothing to riding a bike, in winter, on the snow, on ice… slippery slides ahead!“ Gun Roswell

The Snow and the Bike

The snowy ride on a bike, can be a strife, unless you have prepped properly, for the weathers ahead, the snow, the ice, the sleet, the frozen degrees, well, guess winter tires are just what you seek?

Then the ride smooth will be, unless, the road ahead, is frozen over several times and the tracks are filled with all kinds of rocky slime and grime? 

Well, whatever the weather might just throw the bikers way, rest assured they will simply not care as biking is most certainly in their blood and well, peddling up and down?

Seated, under the cool shade

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“Just because, it’s a seat, right?!” Gun Roswell

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Seated, under the cool shade

A stroll in the heat, of the hottest of summers
Looking, searching, for that perfect place, to stay in and recover
All kinds of taverns and restaurants, all of them me beckoning
A soothing tall and cold drink, for this utter thirst to be lessening

But alas, there is only one place, right ahead
The one, in the nicest, of cooling shades
And there it is, where I will, so totally spend
The rest of this hot of days. until the very end

From the Ustaoset Cabin – From See Norway See Norge blog

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From the Ustaoset Cabin

Monday with the blues

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“It usually happens, on Mondays, the blues, Monday blues” Gun Roswell

Monday with the blues

Looking out the window
Window, with a big frame
Frame, so large and pointing to the yard
Yard, between the big houses
Houses, which are built so tightly
Tightly, that you can hardly squeeze
Squeeze your tiny self, between the buildings
Buildings which are forever growing taller
Taller, while me, myself, am growing smaller
Smaller, but not that of my dreams
Dreams, of the wide open sea
Sea, with all the shades of blues and greens
Greens, like the forest hardly ever seen
Seen only, in my, eternal dreams
Dreams, so big, it makes me think
Think, if I will ever be able to see
See the true forest of green or even the wide sea
Sea, where the blues are so cool
Cool as the bluest of skies above
Above he wide open calm ocean
Ocean, which will be never ending
Ending only, if I stop, dreaming

Greece and the Water

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“There are plenty of places to dive, to swim or even row, in Greece, in a small cove” Gun Roswell

Greece and the 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

Scooter on the sidewalk

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“Just pick and choose, which ever you may fancy!” Gun Roswell

Scooter on the sidewalk

The black and totally big thing, in that street corner, way over there
You really cannot help, but completely stop to stand and stare
It is so massive compared, to any previously seen bi-wheeled moped
Can you even be sure, that this, thing, can be called, a scooter?

If you are unsure, why don’t you just hop on and try it out and some time on it spend
You may end up liking it so much, you need to buy one for yourself in the end

Motorbike and the Rain

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“There is nothing to riding in the rain, even if barefoot” Gun Roswell

Motorbike and the Rain

When it rains, it may pour
Your mind and mentality, dropping to the floor
All them puddles just waiting
So, why the hell are you hesitating?

Just jump on that good old moped
Get out there, even if soaking
Ride like a kid you once were
Through the soaking rain without care

Soon the fun will come to a halt
If a flash of light will give you a jolt
But take the advantage
Of that free power charge

Keep on riding in the rain
Even if you feel a little pain
It’s just the asphalt under your soles
Because you dared to bare your soul

Some kind of art

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“There is art and there is art and then, there is something else” Gun Roswell

Some kind of art

The stacked and colour filled objects
Adorning the shelves with so many toppings
Artwork or mundane things for grabs?
That is, surely, for the onlooker to assess

Magically appearing and disappearing
The selection never the same, but alluring
Things made for the sake or art?
Or just for the sake of the outlook, so very smart

Stuff made from metal, glass or plastic
Containing something to drink or eat
The cover maybe more desirable than the content
But buying is as easy as it is tempting