Nevadaville, Colorado has numerous tales of those that lived and died along the Rocky Mountain frontier. As a young boy I was fascinated by such tales of gold camps, ghost towns, Ute Indians, outlaws, miners, marshals, gamblers, and soiled doves that made those stories come alive to me. Even as a young boy I wanted to walk the trails, explore the mountains of those that walked these mountains of old before me.
Nevadaville, Colorado is one ghost town that I have spent plenty of time exploring since it was roughly 45 minutes from my boyhood home. Even to this day when I visit that lonely town on Bald Mountain I still feel the chills of the ghost’s that still reside there. Come with me – let’s take a stroll.
Nevadaville Colorado, empty buildings, silent streets,
Death knell that rang out in this town, now complete.
As I walk the boardwalk’s of Nevadaville today,
I feel ghostly eyes of yesteryear follow me from faded doorways.
When I close my eyes I can hear the sounds of so long ago,
Sounds of horses, spectral voices, mixed in with a distant banjo.
Stale whiskey, horse manure, sweat, and outhouse’s still in use,
All these phantom scents in this town are still on the loose.
I stop and wonder of the lives that had lived here,
Of folks long gone, dead and buried –which brings a tear.
Memories of those erased by the wind and the dust,
Hopes, dreams, a silent death, when the gold went bust.
Graves on Bald mountain, cemetery tombstones due west,
Those unfortunate souls who died giving it their best.
Now years later, nature tries to claim its right, its own,
Buildings, boardwalks degrade into the unknown.
Kurt James © 2017
Where to buy Kurt James novels and books:
- CORNY COWBOY JOKES, PONDERS, and OTHER BS: BATHROOM READER EDITION - November 18, 2021
- When the Song Vanishes - November 6, 2021
- PATTON – BOUNTY HUNTERShort Story Collection #1 - October 8, 2021