“No matter the season, it would be treason, or something similar to not get out there in nature” Gun Roswell
Winter, Spring, Summer or Fall
Never a moment too bad for a stroll
Do not the weather use
As a poor, poor excuse
Unpack your wellingtons
Unhide your dancing shoes
Into to the wide world venture
Whether walking, running or dancing
Might even do a little prancing
Your life soon a great adventure
“Take a walk on the outside, in nature or then just the hood close by, perhaps even the seaside, simply to enjoy the silent moments, on a sunny day, when all the others, have gone the work to slay.” Gun Roswell
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
“The sun is finally shining, so stop that whining and get outside, grab a pair of skates or skis and see where life will lead” Gun Roswell
Skiing along the snowy lake
The winter might be harsh and cold, but for the dating and bold, but it still has a lot to offer.
It is as simple as if you are willing to put on some warm clothing, then picking up that most favourite sport thing, a pair of skates perhaps, or some skis from the old shed, where your memory has you led, of all those fun filled days of yesteryear, when there was no fear at all to try on some winter’s fun, perhaps playing a game on the ice or riding down hill a sleigh ever so fine.
But those days are gone now and you can feel it in the old bones., complaining and creaking and done place soft and warm seeking, but before you completely let go of those almost forgotten dreams, why not take one more ride, just along the frozen stream, let the child within run free for the moment, as not all life needs to be dreary and torment.
So, whatever fancy’s there for the winter’s fun, just get it done, before it is too late and filled your mind with regret will be from now on.
First you’re up then you’re down” Gun Roswell
An uphill battle this is!
Up the steep hill struggling
My feet sliding on the slippery stones
Trying hard not to fall
Ancient ruins beckoning to be
Checked, have to reach the top or
It is a total flop
Breathing is heavy, so loud
The local fauna wondered what the hell
Is this ruckus all about
They all gathered to stare
As further up I climbed the stairs
Until finally I was there
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“The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever”
Jacques Yves Cousteau
Calm Seas
A long walk behind me, legs giving up, trying, to get somewhere, where I can finally relax. Not one soul have I encountered for a long while, I did not even realize the time, just kept on walking, the only talking, was done to myself, by myself. Clueless, helpless, dragging myself forward, as more time passes by.
But then, something, a new odour, alerted my nose. Sniffing, thinking, this, is familiar. Something fresh like a breeze, maybe, with a touch of salt? I fasten my pace, walking towards the smell, my nose the only guide.
As I am walking, ney, half running towards the intoxicating smell, I can feel a cool breeze against my face. Sounds of what seems made by birds, fill my ears and get louder by the minute. Dare I hope this is what I think it is? Yes, it must be, and now, now I am running. Feeling the moistness in the wind, the sounds of waves crashing in.
Soon, I reach the end of my journey, standing, on the top of a cliff. Looking down, nothing but miles and miles of seashore. Sand and rock, blue ocean waves, birds a flocking in the distance. Fluffy white clouds, a little sunshine between them. The horizon blurred, with the sea and sky, blue on blue, in different hues. No one else has entered this paradise. It is almost undisturbed, as if no one else of this place has ever heard.
This, is the place, a place for me to finally sit down, and relax, enjoy myself, find myself. Heck, maybe I just settle down here, forever!
“See me waving ‘see ya later’ as I disappear over the horizon” Crocodile Dundee
Walkabout
Winter, Spring, Summer or Fall
Never a moment too bad for a stroll
Do not the weather use
As a poor, poor excuse
Unpack your wellingtons
Unhide your dancing shoes
Into to the wide world venture
Whether walking, running or dancing
Might even do a little prancing
Your life soon a great adventure
Rantings Of A Third Kind 