A View Of Improvement


Those friendships we enjoyed so casually in a life not overburdened with demands, allowed us room to celebrate with ease, a freedom we now find embalmed in photographs. There I am, grinning with a new caught fish, the harbour as it once was, when fishing was the only industry, and tourists, rare beings indeed, wandered past and viewed us as if we were actors caught up in some ongoing play.

Now, these same tourists are the staple of the town, the fleet which was its heartbeat, replaced with pleasure craft, and those huts where skilled men sat and mended nets, become cafe’s laid out to catch your eye, and tease a coin or two for absent-minded snacks.

Time and change have no sentiment, allowing man to alter, as he sees fit, the rituals and ways which, in the past, were thought to be the bed-rock of our world. In old men sitting by the harbour, I see a commentary on change, a certain melancholy not entirely wrought by age, and wonder as I watch them, how much we understand about our world, as we lay their rituals thoughtlessly to rest, obsessed as we are by the desire for what we call improvements!

With growing urgency we seek the new, and dream of a life free of germs or dirt, but these men who ploughed the oceans for their food knew, when home, that Eden was underfoot, long before we, who followed them, trampled their sacred ground while searching for a place called Camelot.

About Peter Wells aka Countingducks

Trying to remember what my future is
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6 Responses to A View Of Improvement

  1. beth says:

    so well said and sad. those left behind wonder if their way of life was ever valid or worth anything, when in fact it was everything.

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  2. This is a really thoughtful piece, Peter, and very well penned. Trouble is that the ‘new’ soon becomes the norm as fewer and fewer remember what once was, as we loose sight of the wood whilst looking at the trees.
    Hope you are keeping well.

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  3. catterel says:

    Interestingly, as I grow older I hear my daughter beginning to lament the passing of those “new” things that replaced the things past dead and gone that I reminisce about. O tempores, O mores!

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  4. Scarlet says:

    I love it when you do these poignant poetic pieces.
    Sx

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  5. Al says:

    I heard a line in a movie once that has stayed with me. “Don’t worry, very soon it will be a long time ago.” I think that summarizes well your eloquent article.

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