Living on the Edge


When the iron ore ran out,

The mine pit was abandoned,

And there it sat for years,

A gaping wound in the earth;

A world of rocks and dirt

And sheer cliffs of stone

Devoid of any sign of life–

Till Mother Nature moved in

And started redecorating.

She filled the great hole

With crystal clear water

And hung living wallpaper

Over the barren cliffs.

She turned it into a world

Of birds and rainbow trout;

Of beautiful, swaying trees

And plants of every kind.

She turned the dead pit

Into a living paradise.

–Photo by me

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