”Cannot beat being by the water!” Gun Roswell

A Trip to the Lake

Sailing at Last!

Sails are hoisted, I feel elevated
Here at the helm, I am under a spell
Chanting sea songs, keeping me strong
I am finally going, to be a mermaid, no seamen after all!

Sailing, sailing,
Over the bountiful lake
Oh, for heaven’s sake
Keep the noise level at bay
As we are sailing
Across this calm lake!

Nothing but calm on the water surface
Direction unknown, but it will be known
When we reach there, where ever it may be
Time will tell, and then we will see

”Cannot beat being by the water!” Gun Roswell

A Trip to the Lake

Pick a Ride

Which ride to pick, is a dilemma indeed
There are so many boats as far as I can see
Small boats, big boats, oars, sails, I know I will fail
Unless something easy comes around
And then, I will make it off this sandy ground
Into the open seas, or lakeside, yes indeed!

When I have finally chosen the vessel
As I am boarding the boat, I am getting my chisel
Carving it to a stone tablet, this is really happening
I am going out to the water edge
As I so long ago to myself pledge
Now it is happening for real, and I am becoming one with the sea

”Cannot beat being by the water!” Gun Roswell

A Trip to the Lake

Defying the Weather

Trying so very hard to ignore
What the weather gods have in store
Looking through the window shield
As the dark clouds arise from the field

Driving ever faster, beating the storms on this trip
The road getting plastered, as the rainy drops drip
The goal is just around the horizon, but cannot stop the rising
Of the darkening skies, no matter how hard I try

The petal is on the metal, the tires are a screeching
But yes, I am my destination reaching
Despite being drenched, from the waters around the bend
But never mind the weather, as I am here, in this place special