Crash and burn,
slash and turn.
He tilled the land for all it was worth.
The roof leaked in places.
The wind blew through the holes in the walls.
Blood, sweat and plenty of fears.
A fixer upper said the advert.
Potential paradise.
A slice of heaven on earth.
A tent inside a filthy stone cabin.
That’s all it was.
Make of it what you could.
And he would.
The mountain view
was never the same.
Under heavy morning mist
the valley below
froze.
While above he waited for the coffee on the stove.
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