The Settlers

Settlers came from the south west
To find comfort and prosperity
To mark the land for their own.
Their tribes were different. Their cultures not so distant, their customs cousins of one another broken apart by years of passive aggression.

They came from the cities on the hills, and from the darkness of the ring roads.
They came from the hustle and grime to find space to grow families and allotments.

To build shelters and furnish them
To put a commercial coffee outlet in walking distance to provide solace from the tranquility of their own suburbia.
You know for when it all gets too much.

The settlers came from the south west
To find purpose and meaning.
To live out their days in the land that promised them raises and raising agents.

They came for the company and company cars.
Searching for Social sticking plasters for ugly scars.
Quality time and quality excuses to avoid dealing with the vices they created to endure their mundanity.
They came to pass the bars.

Hoping to find Development and safe guards from those not yet so enlightened.
The settlers came from the south west to lighten their loads.
To offset mortgages and bury the debts.
To fill houses with things.
And show them to their friends.

They came to cult.ivate.
Excavate, obliterate and alleviate
Themselves from burying deeper into the brightness boldness and beauty of this buoyant and bountiful experience of expression and expansion of the all pervasive thing we call life.

They came to find purpose and meaning.
And live out their days.
What should we learn from them?
Settling. Never. Pays.
Move on.