Ghost Tale – If one wanted to see the “Lady in Green” you would have to head to the eastern plains of Fort Laramie, Wyoming to an old army fort that has been left to weather the winter snow and the hot summer heat. It is a ghost tale told by many of those windswept plains of the old west. Just like the old west, which has faded into the past, so have all the ghosts of those that lived in those adventurous times. Although some of the tales have been lost to the passages of time, some of the old tales and stories still linger. Some of the ghosts still walk or ride the earth for evermore. Ghost tale – Even if you do not believe, the child in you wants to believe. Pull up a log and sit down to my campfire for I have a tale for you.
“Lady in Green”
This is a tale of a young Lady in Green,
Riding horseback, never more to be seen.
Fort Laramie, plains of Eastern Wyoming,
1871, Indians not tame, bands were roaming.
Daughter of the sutler, his store within the fort,
Rode her horse outside the walls without an escort.
Dressed in a riding habit of emerald green,
Beautiful girl with eyes of blue and seventeen.
Horse as fleet as lightening and black as the night,
Rode past the gates on an autumn day, clean out of sight.
Minutes turned hours, hours turned into a day,
The father isn’t knowing her trip would be one-way.
Weeks turned into months, months turned into years,
Father died heartbroken amongst all his tears.
The fort has been abandoned, over 100 years have passed,
Every 7 years, people near here are aghast.
It is said in the distance on the same autumn day,
Look to the plains where hills and gully’s sway.
Near the horizon, across the plains and out of the haze,
Her last haunting ride before her image decays.
By Kurt James
Kurt James © 2017
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