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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The rugged beauty of the Colorado Rockies foothills shaped Kurt James’ life from birth, with the ever-present sight of snow-capped peaks and the constant whisper of the wind. Having spent twenty years amidst the wide-open spaces of South Dakota, Kurt’s connection to his family’s western Kansas heritage remains strong; he recalls the tallgrass prairie and the endless blue skies. Over time, Mr. James developed a deep appreciation for the landscapes and history of the American West, spending countless hours exploring its rugged beauty and studying its unique culture. The Denver Post, PM Magazine, and 9NEWS, all well-known Denver, Colorado media sources, have highlighted the powerful and evocative work of poet and novelist Kurt James. Focusing on Old West history, Kurt contributes feature articles to HubPages and Creative Exiles, exploring the eerie silence of ghost towns, the thrilling tales of outlaws and gunfighters, and the evocative imagery found in the Rocky Mountains. Kurt’s early admiration for writers such as Jack London, Louis L’Amour, and Max Brand played a significant role in honing his skills as a storyteller. Twenty-one books (and counting!) transport readers to the Colorado Rockies and the Old West through Kurt’s vivid descriptions; the feel of rough-hewn cabins, the sounds of coyotes howling under starry skies, and the smells of campfire smoke and sagebrush are all palpable. Find Kurt James novels, short stories, reference books, and poetry—published by Midnight Wind Publishing—in print copies or digital downloads at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Goodreads, and other excellent bookstores; explore the diverse range of formats available. Currently in production - The 10th book in his Rocky Mountain Series - Lee Moomaw Former Lawman. Kurt is a proud member of the Western Writers of America, a group that values storytelling.

6 thoughts on “Ghost Tale – Lady In Green

    • March 13, 2017 at 3:14 AM
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      Thank you Phyliss as you know I always love a good ghost story.

  • March 12, 2017 at 8:54 PM
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    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
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      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
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    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
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      Thanks Tony for stopping by my campfire, you are always welcomed.

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