Until the rain did fail

Until the rain did fail
In a valley
With a river
The people
Left the wild

They tilled the land
And planted food
‘Til where they lived
Soon cities stood

Stone on stone
Cut and honed
Five stories
High and mighty

Six hundred years
They thrived and grew
Built roads and trade
Their spirit, true

With rainfall sparse
They managed wells
To flood the soil
With aqueducts

Thus they shone
Close to bone
A feat not
Taken lightly

The rain
Did fail

They left their homes
Without a trace
Their kivas burned
Their lives displaced

I stood above
Their broken home
And wondered there
Where did they roam?

They live on
In pueblos, still
The Hopi thrive
“Our people’s will”

Pueblo Bonito
Chaco Culture National Historical Park
New Mexico, United States of America

Taken during travels, 1997

This is the third post inspired by Jennifer Nichole Wells’ One Word Photo Challenge. This week’s word is drought.

I posted A Ten Thousand Year Drought and Drought a few days ago, also inspired by this photo challenge.