Grave Forgotten

Graves Forgotten

Graves Forgotten – Born and raised in the state of Colorado, I have spent considerable time wandering in the mountains of old. It isn’t just the beauty of nature that brings me back time after time. I have always been drawn to the tales of those who lived and died in the Rocky Mountain frontier long before I ever stepped foot in the mountains. Scattered throughout the mountains are the lonely and lost cemeteries of graves forgotten with the passage of time. One of my favorite quotes is by the naturalist John Muir, who simply said “The mountains are calling, so I must go.” Those that are buried in the graves forgotten just as I have – heard that call of the mountains – and just like me they followed it. As I walk amongst the wooden crosses and tombstones with camera in hand, I sometimes become overwhelmed with emotion after reading the sad stories of some of the epitaphs on the graves forgotten. Just a word or short phrase that marks that a person that had hopes, dreams, and failures was buried there and that they use to walk the earth as a mortal being. It is evident from my walks among the dead that those that braved the high adventure of the Colorado mountains in those frontier years died an early death. The mountains, they learned are callous, hard, and  not very forgiving. At any given moment, sometimes I feel the need to reach out and touch a wooden cross or long forgotten tombstone and I can feel the energy tingle in my hand and arm of those that have passed. I know then and only then that their physical story ended here in the dirt under my feet, but their spiritual life has not ceased. I am not sure what to think of that.

Graves Forgotten

Lonely are the ones, graves forgotten,
Cemetery signs are gone, wood has rotten.

Tombstones tilted and grass gone to seed,
Darkness falls, mournful wails simply plead.

We loved and were loved before we died,
Forget us not for eternity here we reside.

Rain, snow, autumn leaves have rotten,
Lonely are the ones, graves forgotten.
Poem by Kurt James

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Kurt James was born and raised in the foothills of the Colorado Rocky Mountains. With family roots in western Kansas and having lived in South Dakota for 20 years Kurt naturally had become an old western and nature enthusiast. Over the years Kurt has become one of Colorado’s prominent nature photographer’s through his brand name of Midnight Wind Photography. His poetry has been featured in the Denver Post, PM Magazine and on 9NEWS in Denver, Colorado. Kurt is also a feature writer for HubPages and Creative Exiles with the article’s focused on Colorado history, ghost towns, outlaws, and poetry. Inspired at a young age by writers such as Jack London, Louis L’Amour and Max Brand have formed Kurt’s natural ability as a storyteller. Kurt has published 5 novels all based in and around the Colorado Rocky Mountains. Using the Midnight Wind Publishing brand Kurt has also released a poetry collection - Poetry and Thoughts of a Wandering Man - (Uniquely Colorado edition) and now this collection - Poetry and Reflections of a Wandering Man (Random Thoughts edition) all are available in print or download on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Goodreads and other fine bookstores. And a few shady bookstores as well. Kurt is working on his 6th Colorado adventure tale novel “Conner’s Saga”.
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Kurt James

Kurt James was born and raised in the foothills of the Colorado Rocky Mountains. With family roots in western Kansas and having lived in South Dakota for 20 years Kurt naturally had become an old western and nature enthusiast. Over the years Kurt has become one of Colorado’s prominent nature photographer’s through his brand name of Midnight Wind Photography. His poetry has been featured in the Denver Post, PM Magazine and on 9NEWS in Denver, Colorado. Kurt is also a feature writer for HubPages and Creative Exiles with the article’s focused on Colorado history, ghost towns, outlaws, and poetry. Inspired at a young age by writers such as Jack London, Louis L’Amour and Max Brand have formed Kurt’s natural ability as a storyteller. Kurt has published 5 novels all based in and around the Colorado Rocky Mountains. Using the Midnight Wind Publishing brand Kurt has also released a poetry collection - Poetry and Thoughts of a Wandering Man - (Uniquely Colorado edition) and now this collection - Poetry and Reflections of a Wandering Man (Random Thoughts edition) all are available in print or download on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Goodreads and other fine bookstores. And a few shady bookstores as well. Kurt is working on his 6th Colorado adventure tale novel “Conner’s Saga”.

7 thoughts on “Grave Forgotten

  • January 24, 2017 at 7:03 PM
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    I love to explore old cemeteries, Kurt. Those old forgotten graves each hold a story of the one who was buried there. The Santa Cruz Mountains and the Sierra Mountains have many old cemeteries with a lot of history. I like your intro and poem. Very well penned and interesting. Thanks for sharing.

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    • January 24, 2017 at 9:01 PM
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      Nothing better than spending time walking in an ancient cemetery. Thanks Phyllis, hope all is well in your world.

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  • January 25, 2017 at 3:56 PM
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    How sad Kurt, old cemeteries hold many mysteries to them. Sad when someone is forgotten and the grass grows thick around their resting place. Good piece Kurt~Paul

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  • January 25, 2017 at 7:02 PM
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    MY mountains …lol…I call them my mountains… the mountains in Colorado are full of forgotten cemeteries. There is one near Como Colorado that is full of bird houses hanging in the aspen…very cool…Thanks Paul for stopping by.

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  • January 26, 2017 at 11:11 AM
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    Such an emotive write Kurt…you have vividly portrayed those lonely cemeteries..it is indeed very sad when someone, who once existed here in this world , is so forgotten..you have captured the sentiments beautifully..thank you for sharing..

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    • January 26, 2017 at 3:38 PM
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      Thank you for stopping by Anjana and your thoughtful insight….

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  • August 14, 2017 at 12:25 PM
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    Some of the saddest sights must be forgotten graves! A testimony that one has disappeared even from people’s memories. Beautiful and poignant…

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