Don’t let life grind you down, ha de Gött!
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Windmill in snow
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ullehaddock
Writer of sorts with a soft spot for Photo. Writes about life and what comes into my mind.
Cold smoke
Time for reflection, ha de Gött!
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Ice
What is hidden in snow comes out in the thaw, ha de Gött!
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Breaking waves
Sunday waves, ha de Gött!
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Little red boat
A little red boat in the lake Stora Kornsjö, Dalsland Sweden.
Stay ashore when the water is cold, ha de Gött!
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Seasons
we all know it to be true
colour of winter is blue
spring by most is seen
a cascade of budding green
yellow is the sun rays honours
summer abundance of light hours
grey is the shade of fall
loved by some, but not all
Enjoy the seasons changes, ha de Gött!
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Lipstick
Statue of the Swedish national poet Evert Taube with the ship Viking and the building called the Lipstick in the background. I let your own imagination figure out why it is called that. This 86 meter building stand in the clay on piles that had to be driven over 90 meters down.
You cannot call yourself Swedish if you can’t sing at least one of Evert Taube’s song. He wanted to be seen as a poet and writer but is know by most as singer-songwriter. He was born 1890 in Göteborg and he grew up at Vinga lighthouse outside the port of Göteborg. As a young man he sailed the seven seas and spent time in Argentina. A theme he often returned to in his writing. Many of his works has been translated into English. There are some links available on Wikipedia.
While the boat still sails on, ha de Gött!
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Leaning
much they love the water, depend on it
the river flows and with every flood
carves a piece from the river bank
and soon fall into each other as one
If you lean to hard you’ll fall, ha de Gött!
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Burning horizon
standing in cold and snow
longing far and away
to the distant horizon glow
a better place, do say
stick with what you know
don't get burned, stay
Don’t play with fire, ha de Gött!
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Whizzes
Proud they stand, long and tall
with brown winter coloured plumes
from king Frost puffs, refuses to fall
enduring force bends them right back
whizzes low, a reed choir call
while the fox sneaks over the ice
Best not to be too stiff, ha de Gött!
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