Ghost train – Living my life in and around the Rocky Mountains all my life I have learned even in the most remote wilderness areas that they are not as empty or silent as they appear. There is not an old cemetery, town, horse trail, mountain pass, or railroad tunnel that does not have an old story or two to tell from days gone by in and on the Rocky Mountain frontier. These mountains I have learned have ghost and ghost tales that are best told on a cold autumn night with friends and family around a shimmering campfire as the mountain wind tickles the aspen trees to begin their autumn melody of the tree whispers. This is one of those tales. True or not it is a tale of a ghost train that rides the rails just beyond the Moffat Tunnel east of Rollins Pass, Colorado. I do not recall how or even the circumstances of how I heard this ghost tale, but this haunting story of the ghost train I have never forgotten.
In the distance blinding light appeared,
Bone chilling, silent, and to be feared.
Stroke of 12, out of the dark night it came,
Railroad tracks and metal wheels aflame.
Engine of steam bellowing misty white smoke,
Ghost train, Hell on Wheels going for broke.
Blowing white steam, sparks of fire close to me,
Death the conductor, waving a skeleton key.
Black railroad cars packed full of pasty face folks,
No smiles, just tears, no happiness for these blokes.
Specter of Death, looked at me with a ghastly smile,
Skull with hollow sockets gazed at me for half a mile.
How and where it came from, I will never be able to tell,
All I know, Ghost train passengers going straight to Hell.
By Kurt James
Kurt James © 2017
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