Ghost Tale – Lady In Green

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


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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 7 novels all based in and around the Colorado Rocky Mountains. Using the Midnight Wind Publishing brand Kurt has also released a poetry collection called the wandering man 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). Kurt has also published 3 historical reference books, and one humor book. 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 9th Colorado adventure tale novel “Rocky Mountain Moonshiner”.

6 thoughts on “Ghost Tale – Lady In Green

  • March 12, 2017 at 7:13 PM

    Chilling tale told in a great poem. I love ghost stories and enjoyed sitting at your campfire to hear this sad tale. Well done, Kurt.

    • March 13, 2017 at 3:14 AM

      Thank you Phyliss as you know I always love a good ghost story.

  • March 12, 2017 at 8:54 PM

    I like it, Kurt. Only you could write such a stellar intro to captivate the readers… only you! Loved the way you have rhymed this poem of yours.

    My favourite stanza:
    “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.” – Kurt James

    Brilliantly woven! But then the entire poem is a masterpiece. Wait a second… where is the campfire, though? (chuckle). Well done.

    • March 13, 2017 at 3:19 AM

      Surabhi, If in my writing I never got another positive review from anyone – I could still die a happy man after reading yours…I love tales of the old west and along with that ghost tale’s. Thank you so much for making this old cowboy smile.

  • March 12, 2017 at 10:28 PM

    Nice work my friend, as always well structured and told. One can just be by that campfire, flames leaping, wood crackling. Enjoyed it Kurt.

    • March 13, 2017 at 3:15 AM

      Thanks Tony for stopping by my campfire, you are always welcomed.


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