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.