Goldmine

Today’s picture for Christine’s Simply 6 Minutes is from thebrokebackpacker.com

This is a picture of the countryside with a small body of water. On the edge of the water stands the old stone structure of a church or a castle. The house is beyond repair.

It was the stuff dreams were made of.
Quiet, remote, picturesque.
She thought she’d have no problems
Selling it from her desk.

Residing on a quiet river,
Viewing Nature in all its glory,
She wrote the details beautifully
Not bothering to check the story.

The first enquirer couldn’t wait
And seemed excited and keen
Until he saw the derelict
And not what should have been.

Up in arms he challenged her,
For misrepresentation and lies,
Unlivable, and beyond repair
Were his angry cries.

Along came someone more practical.
Who saw beyond the frown,
To millions in potential
If they tore the structure down.

And so a city was erected
With casinos, clubs, and park rides
No-one realising the dangers
Of the coming of high tides

That threatened every decade or so
As none had looked beyond
The beauty of such riches
On the banks of a golden pond.

148 words.

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About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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16 Responses to Goldmine

  1. Carol anne says:

    This is lovely di 🙂

  2. quiall says:

    Ha ha! Brilliant and kind of sad.

  3. Yes, I agree with Pam. Brilliantly written and a bit melancholy, too.

  4. Nope, Not Pam says:

    I found this sad, to tear down such a building steeped in history for profit 😞

  5. murisopsis says:

    Excellent story within a poem!

  6. I love it! It is not only so realistic in the sense that now people tear everything down, but its a great story!

  7. Reblogged this on Stine Writing and commented:
    Di’s story is entertaining and imaginable!

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