Walking to the end of the long pier
“Walking to the very end of the pier, well, look around, you don’t have to be a seer, to predict this outcome!” Gun Roswell Walking to the end of the long pier Predictions of a good view? Reserved, for the chosen few? Hardly those as at all, as anyone could…
Walk on the wild side
“Dare to walk on the wilder side of life, near the soaring oceans, and then, diving into the deep end” Gun Roswell Walk on the wild side The nature dangerous and rocky, but feeling rather cocky, at least for the very moment as the slippery slope down the rickety pier, could easily end up in plenty of tears, but soldiering on, as the goal, is to take on an adventure, though minor in nature, still a big one for this weary soul, the idea totally bold, to take a dip, into the salty slick, the blues of the water’s end beckoning, or then, simply because it is there, to plunge in and splash around for a moment, before finding a away back on solid ground.
Up, up the very stairs we go
“Climb the stairs ever upward, who knows what you will find up there!” Gun Roswell Up, up the very stairs we go There is always something better, up there, at the top of the stairs. At least, that is what we all like to think, that somehow, higher is better, that something good is waiting for us on the higher levels, like a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, similarly something good will be there if we only dare to, climb ever higher?
Up up the palm tree
“Climbing up the tree, is so fun” Gun Roswell Up up the palm tree The blimp up might be hard but if one is really smart, then up up up all the way you can start and get ever higher to observe the world below. And why? Just because to show all those doubtful ones, it cannot be done, but it is and so up there in the tree, singing songs of how strong you feel. As it was a feat, after all, to get up there and the remain for a time without the fear of falling down, as it was really really hard after all, to climb the wall certainly not so smooth.
Up the stony hill we go
“The stones might be many and quite slippery, but we’ll make it as long as we keep on moving, up the damned hill“ Gun Roswell Up the stony hill we go Step by step, breath by breath, moving along Ever upwards the slippery hill, against the chill, moving along The…
Up the escalator, down the stairs
“Take a ride on the rolling stairs, you just have to hang on and laze!” Gun Roswell Up the escalator, down the stairs Rolling along, up and up and up, until the stairs are gone and I am where I wanted to go, even if it seemed a tad too slow, but faster than dragging a keister up along the stairs, still slower than jumping and bopping my way to the music downward. But whichever way I look, I am impressed by the looks of them, all shiny and metal, and the humming noises like a rhythmic beat, all the way up and wasn’t that just fun! No need to run today, so escalator was the way to go, even if it was quite slow.
Up on the wall
“Sometimes up the wall is the best bet to go.” Gun Roswell Up on the wall Up, up and away, up the tallest wall to be climbing, perhaps even with a bicycle to be riding, when that, maddening feeling hits and all the way up to the ceiling I wanna go. It might sound dumb and crazy and certainly not safe, but this would hardly be the worst attempt of anything I’ve done so far, and far might not be the road, as up the wall and into the ceiling I will go.
Under the cloud skies I am sailing
“There is no good or bad weather, when the need to set sail hits, it just is what it is, and then, you find yourself in a dingy, lulling on the waves on the surface of a body of water” Gun Roswell Under the cloud skies I am sailing The weather might be changing every which way, but no matter if it’s snowing, raining or even hailing, the need to go out there, to set sail, the destination never really important as is the feeling of being free, letting the winds of change take you there, as this sphere, has infinite possibilities to explore, even if it’s just hanging in a small boat, in the middle of a home lake.
The Northern Barbarian I am
“it’s shocking to learn of one’s heritage, especially, through some tv-documentary!” Gun Roswell The Northern Barbarian I am So it started as a joke, that little jibe, that one poke, from some supposed expert, reading for the playback, on some documentary from the past. That one line, which totally stuck…