Shadows

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When I was young there was never anything I looked more forward to than camping in the high wilderness of the Rocky Mountains of Colorado. During the day I was a mountain man, a mighty and fearless warrior in nature. I fished, climbed trees, explored old forgotten ghost towns, looked for lost treasure, learned the ends and outs of surviving in the sometimes harsh environment near and above timberline. I was the typical kid that loved anything and everything about my Rocky Mountains. Except one thing – shadows. As the sun would dip into the western horizon, my old and ancient enemy the shadow and his brothers would start to make their appearance. As the light started to fade my foe would gain strength as the vestiges become longer and more menacing as they advanced from the evergreen and aspen trees that they had been hiding in as the sun dipped down behind them. There was nothing worse in my mind than getting caught away from the camp and the safety of the campfire when the apparitions started to appear. I have always had a vivid imagination and the phantasms knew how to play on my fears. They knew my weakness like no other, Even today when spending time in the woods, I think of those days when I feared the shadows. Maybe, just maybe I still fear them a little.

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“Shadows”
Darkness of the night, the hour is late,
Shadows begin their dance, start to skate.

Full moon hidden behind dark clouds,
Shadows creep, ever growing dark shrouds.

Darkening shadows speak of increasing doom,
Swear the air chilled as cold as a tomb.

As a young lad, learned about shadows, beware,
Nothing stops them, not even the Lord’s Prayer.

Apparitions jump from tree to tree,
As darkness and shadows begin to circle me.

Lost in the woods and vestiges to be feared,
Distance, in the distance an orange glow did appear.

Faster and faster as I approached the flickering light,
Shadows falling behind, during this dark moonless night.

Voices, laughter, the smell of a campfire,
Closer to the fire, the shadows begin to expire.
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”.

8 thoughts on “Shadows

  • February 4, 2017 at 8:52 PM
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    Yes I think all kids feel this fear of shadows, the darkness that potentially hides some specter or monster. I think a forest at night is particularly scary as a fire would be all the safety one could muster in the mind. Nicely penned and expressed Kurt.

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    • February 5, 2017 at 6:20 AM
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      Thanks for you thoughts on my piece Tony…

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  • February 5, 2017 at 12:05 AM
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    Well do I remember those childhood days of shadows and phantoms. Your memoir and poem is very well penned and provides vivid imagery. Well done, Kurt.

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    • February 5, 2017 at 6:21 AM
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      Shadows of the night – nothing better Phyllis

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  • February 5, 2017 at 1:44 AM
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    I can remember when camping out as a kid being huddled around a campfire and telling ghost stories. The shadows certainly added to the spooky atmosphere. A good piece of writing here, Kurt.

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    • February 5, 2017 at 6:21 AM
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      You are always welcomed at my campfire John

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  • February 5, 2017 at 10:02 AM
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    Shadows always play tricks with your mind, even now in adulthood a dark forest with no relief of light would be a little creepy, alot of things go bump in the night, especially in the forest. Reaching the campfire for sanity and marshmallows always a goal. Great read Kurt.~Paul

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  • February 5, 2017 at 1:50 PM
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    Being kids and having shadows chase you is really what it was all about Paul

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