Cripple Creek In Colorado

Cripple Creek in Colorado

Ghost town before have you ever seen?
Behind old buildings is grass so green,
That we looked for and started to seek;
In Colorado a place called Cripple Creek.

Thriving mining town it once had been;
With several people there, mostly men;
Trees they had cut down by the cords;
Made houses and cabins out of boards.

What we now know and have supposed,
All once there was shut up and closed;
When wind screams and blows around,
Can hear ghost making an eerie sound.

Over rocks and ruins started to stumble;
Down entire town eventually did tumble,
And when you look what will see is moss
Except an old church that still has a cross.

Jim Horn

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Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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