Monday, October 5, 2009

The Blacksmith



A sad reflection.
For hundreds of years
The Blacksmith was the backbone of village life.
His forge,
Fires blazing,
Hammers resounding,
Sparks flying,
Features in every country idyll.
Horses were his stock-in-trade.
But pots and pans
And little children warming hands
In the glow,
Added to his mystique.
Then came Mr Ford,
Mr T. Ford.
The Blacksmith
Without a fuss.
The occasional theme park celebrates him.
But he is a Dodo.
"Shipley Books."
Closer investigation revealed a report
Which said
'We could not compete
With the Internet'
Or something like that.
Another sad case here:


The Quintessential Magpie said...

That is sad. I hate when companies die, and I particularly love books. So that's a double blow. Sixteen years isn't long by some standards, but sixteen years proved that the company was a viable equity at some point in time.

Happy Blue Monday...



MaR said...

Sad indeed... A truly blue Monday!! but I like the blue design of the pictured memorial ...
My post is here...

Cindy said...

Sad story in our American history.

SmilingSally said...

It's odd how we don't feel so sad until we no longer have that company available. Yet because of our inattention, it failed. You've brought an interesting BLUES to share us today. Happy Blue Monday.

Mary Bergfeld said...

Art books? At least there is a memorial. It's quite sad to see this kind of business fail or choose not to continue operation. Anyway, a Happy Blue Monday to you.

Ms. Bake-it said...

It really is sad how so many of the smaller and long time businesses are closing down because they cannot compete with the larger corporations and/or internet. I have seen a lot of it in my area.

~ Tracy

shy said...

Very Interesting! thanks for sharing

annies home said...

truly blue and so sad we have a book binding company where I am from and many depend on that company there I could not imagine if that company ever quit