“We travel, some of us forever,
to seek other places, other lives, other souls.” –
Anais Nin
Tallinn, Estonia
Narrow alleyways
And painted windows
The old town is full of
Perfect hideaways
A church from the past
Should be quite the blast
It was built to last
Alas
It may be run down
But hey, this is the old town!
Driving a Lada-car
Will probably not get you very far
But most likely
To the nearest bar
Where you are always, the star!
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“Sundays, yes, those fun days” Gun Roswell
Sundays
End the day with coffee
Take off your shades and
On to the table them place, the
Cup of coffee to enjoy
Watching people passing by, some
Of the sigh, some even smile, but
For me today is a
Day of rest, a day
Of peace, a sunny day at that
It is Sunday at last
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“Sundays, yes, those fun days” Gun Roswell
Sundays
Take a walk long outside
Seaside, a long stride, up
The hill and down to the beach
Scenery to be seen, with
Just one scene, nature and
Man made structures, side by side
Hard to divide, growing together
Over the years, soon there
Is nothing to separate them, under cover
From prying eyes, but alas
I am here now and
I spy, before it all disappears in
To the background of nature
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“Sundays, yes, those fun days” Gun Roswell
Sundays
Meeting people, strangers and friends
When on the bus, or in
The streets, you’ll never know, who you’ll
Meet, it may not be
Those you seek, but strangers
Can you surprise you, if you them
Greet, a smile a word
Nothing unheard, just some chatter
And who knows, maybe you will end
Up with some new friends
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“All those streets travelled while on the roadside…” Gun Roswell
Streets travelled
Seats out of the blue
Painted in the same hue, a cool
Respite, to take a seat
Sitting down, feeling the cooling
Sensations, like diving, in to an ocean
But in a seat at
The bus stop, where all
Other people sit, as I start to
Fantasies of the waters waves
I realize people start to
Stare, some giving me an evil glare
And I realize I am
Moving my arms in a
Fashion of swimming, or who am I
Kidding, it’s a dream, it
Seems, but I don’t care
I feel fine and I continue until
I reach the sandy shore
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“Step into my parlor, through the arch way…” Gun Roswell
Arches and entrances
Rainbows for all, please enter
Take a long stroll, under the lights
Under the arches, explore it
All, highs and lows, the
Building so tall, you can take a
Lift up or down, or
Choose to walk the stairs
Searching all the lairs, hidden to be
Found, and feel so proud
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“Sundays, yes, those fun days” Gun Roswell
Sundays
Smell the roses, won’t you
When you walk out side
Pop into a garden, filled with the
Colours of nature, trees, flowers
Everything you can imagine just
For the visual pleasures of us all
Stroll around, see the marvels
Sit on the bench, inhale
All the fragrants, your nose could ever
Have imagined, feeling peaceful, watching
The butterflies, birds and bees
Busy at work, gathering their sustenance, but
Your task, is to relax
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“Step into my parlor, through the arch way…” Gun Roswell
Arches and entrances
Protecting from the scorching sun
A pergola with shade, and maybe a
Cooling drink, in to a
Chair you can sink, do
Nothing think for a moment or more
It is time to explore
The surroundings at ta later
Point, after cooling down, for a while
Under the shady flowery arch
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“The things you see, when you open your eyes” Gun Roswell
Things you find
Table for two
A table set for two
Under the mid day sun, for lunch
Or maybe a late breakfast
Two plates of warm dishes
Two plates of cold cuts, seem too
Much? Maybe invite a third
Wheel, but beware, they may
The attention steal, even the food will
Disappear, before your fill you
Are able to get, better
Just settle for the duo today, then
Have a party for four
On some other warm day
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“The things you see, when you open your eyes” Gun Roswell
Things you find
Pots for all purposes
Pots and pans for all
Purposes great and small, for short or
Tall, use them for everything
Kettles may also be included
You need one at least to brew
Some tea, but alas, without
Too many plans, use them
For food and storage, even for porridge
But never stop using them!
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