Friday, and a Private Peek.
This week’s blogs have brought back a lot of memories for me.
About the old farmhouse in Cowden, to start with.
And then I got to thinking about when we used to live in California, back in the early 90’s.
The kids’ Dad was a lawyer in the US Army, so we lived on base at Fort Ord, Monterey for a little while. Our lad Mark was born there actually, on base in 1992.
It was really cool, and I made a couple of good friends there.
Fort Ord was literally right on the ocean. You could walk to the beach. And we did, most days!
It was like a fully self-contained town, with schools, a hospital, swimming pool, everything from pizzeria to picture framer. Oh and not forgetting the US Commissary!
But then they decided to close down the base,
over the period of a year.
The schools closed, houses started getting boarded up, families got relocated. What had been a thriving community ended up like the quintessential ghost town.
Isn’t is amazing how mankind builds things up,
just to shut them down again…
And because Rob was with the Judge Advocate General, we had to stay until the bitter end.
When stress levels rise, bad things happen; lawyers are needed.
So I wrote a poem about change, about having to move.
This is just the last verse.
If you never move on,
If you never roam,
How will you discover what was never your home?
Or greet the friend that you’ll never meet?
Or savour the food that you’ll never eat?
So look to the future my friend,
and be glad,
Of having that which you haven’t yet had.
You see, if we hadn’t had to leave Fort Ord,
who knows where we would be now!
Life certainly is a rich and colourful tapestry, don’t you think?
In fact, on the subject of poetry and tapestries, here is one of the most profound poems I have ever read…
Ain’t that the truth! So, have a great day!