Tumbled Down
See the young man,
Proud of his strength.
Wooed his first love,
Took her for wife.
Built her a house,
To call their home.
Love did not last,
When Passion cooled.
He found others,
And alcohol.
The anger grew,
It could not last.
Divorce? Never!
They’d live apart.
Another house,
He built for her.
Across the road,
The houses stood.
And now they’re gone,
The fighting o’er.
Beneath the sod,
Bodies turned dust.
The two houses,
Have tumbled down.
.
Really sad.
Wow!- true story?
Cute. I liked your words they go so well with the photos. Thanks for sharing.
Oh, what a tangled web we weave/broken house we build! Nice work today, Chuck! 😉 I liked that.
Sad story, reality is not always rosey.
Fabulous shots to accompany a sad tale.
I agree with the others, broken lives and broken houses are sad indeed, but you have described them both beautifully with your words and your photos! Interesting look at a part of your world! Hope you have a great week!
Sylvia
Broken lives and broken houses are sad. Thanks for sharing
What a sad story so aptly told.
First thing I though when I saw that first house: "Oooo look at all that wood I could salvage!" :S I'm still very much in the DIY mode.
Amazing how very small houses are. And the trees growing up around it make them look so lonely.
Very well told story, but, oh, so sad.
The twin to that first house is just four miles down the road from us– same condition and all.
Did you compose that? Regardless, it is truly great–as was your presentation here.