Part Five – Journey West
“I heard that kind of a sound that a ghost makes,
When it wants to tell something on its mind,
But it can’t make itself understood,
So it can’t rest easy in the grave.”
Mark Twain
I like haunted old western hotels
Almost as much as I like old caves
My wife doesn’t care for them at all
She says I’m a crazy gringo, not brave
But when we go on wandering trips, together
I like to surprise her, with a haunted hotel or two
There are many good ones, in eerie old New Mexico
And Deadwood, in South Dakota, has quite a few, too
I often visit the town of Deadwood, it’s here Wild Bill got shot
His ghost is still seen wandering about the town’s gambling halls
And old Sheriff Seth Bullock, still wanders his hotel late at night
Although he did die in old Room 211, way back in 1919, after all
Many guests here at the old Bullock Hotel have heard his footsteps
They have heard him calling out their names, filling them with fright
A real frightened young boy became lost in the hotel’s dark corridors
But he claims the sheriff was real nice to him, when he saw him that night
And, you just never know what might happen, when you stay at this place
Lights and appliances and showers and sinks seem to have a life of their own
The wily old Sheriff still seems to like to play lots of pranks on his guests here
And when he’s in a real bad mood, many a plate or fork or old glass, is thrown
They tell me a tough old cowboy was stayin at the old Bullock Hotel, awhile back
And when he checked in, he made a real big fuss, about not believing in old ghosts
Well, would you believe, he found himself being shoved out of his room, stark naked
That now ‘believing’ old cowboy no longer makes his ‘no such thing as a ghost’ boast
Since my brother Jersey refuses to go camping or cave exploring with me
I’d really like to take him along on my next visit, to eerie old Deadwood
I think a real nice late night chat with the old owner of the Bullock Hotel
Would probably do my cranky old Jersey Devil Brother, a world of good
And if you want to read another one,
About a haunted old hotel in New Mexico,
Check out my old posted poem- ‘Hauntings,’
It’s another fabulously eerie old place, to go.
©2009, Brother Pee Wee Ed
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Sandie Angel :o)
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
And bring the soap and a towel when old Sheriff shove him in the shower!
Edvard(k)
Fee
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D