Hi all, sorry for the long absence. Unfortunately my walking has been somewhat curtailed recently due to an ankle problem. Many years ago at the beginning of time when I was a teenager I managed to shatter my ankle playing football and they had to insert a six inch nail to hold it together. It is possible that it is just wear and tear on it that is causing the problem or possibly it could be my old friend Arthur Itis :)! I am currently waiting for an X-Ray and in the meantime I am trying not to walk on it too much in case it exacerbates the problem. Needless to say, I am slightly frustrated!
I thought it was high time for a new post though and the picture below made me think of a poem that I wrote many years ago :)!
This building stood out for all to see,
It was a terrible sight,
With it’s roof caved in, and it’s windows smashed,
You wouldn’t go there at night.
The doors were gone, the stairs were too,
The chimney stack on the ground,
Weeds grew up out of every crack,
Not one solid part could be found.
The garden too was overgrown,
With brambles and briers and fern,
There were parts of cars, and iron bars,
Some wood, and an old milk churn.
But in front of this, there was a sign,
It said “Architect Arnold Lee,”
And I thought, if that’s his work, it’s not very good,
I wouldn’t let him build for me.
But then I looked at the house next door,
It had only just been built,
It had a tiled roof, with gable ends,
And a chimney from which smoke spilt.
The leaded lights were double-glazed,
And the doors were all brand new,
The paintwork gleamed, the doorknobs shone,
And there was even a nameplate too.
Roses grew all around the front door,
The garden looked a real treat,
With lawns and flower beds all around,
Everything looked so neat.
In front of this house, there was a sign too,
It said, “Architect Charles McKee,”
I thought, what an advert that was for him,
I’d be glad to have him build for me.
But it made me think of what I am like,
For I know I should build my own life,
For the Bible says I am the Temple of God,
And He the architect of my faith.
So which of the two do I look like,
The well built one, as I should,
Or am I more like the derelict house,
Is my spiritual house that crude.
I wonder if I have done very well,
And as people look at me,
Would it encourage them to turn to my God,
To change them and set them free.
The old shack is actually quite interesting and I have visited it many times over the years. It always intrigues me as it is in the middle of nowhere and is built out of the rock face. It has running water – well actually it runs off the hillside and is collected by a series of channels into outside storage tanks made of stone. It would have been a lovely place to live and as you can see, someone installed a rather nice Aga cooker. Naturally there is no mains of any sort there and it just fires up my imagination. Who lived there and what was it for? I do have some ideas but I have never been able to find out for sure.
I have lots of walks that I have not blogged so will put another one up soon.
Until next time,
The Dorset Rambler.
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