Whistles and shudders

The wind whistles and shudders
this fine old ghost town
somewhere up in the high
mountains of  Colorado.
If I listen, I swear I hear
the whispers of those who built
and lived here…
their hopes and dreams,
wonderful exciting stories.
Those were their days,
still remembered…
The time did not change
the snow covered peaks,
of the tiny yellow flower
gently swinging at the tune
of the gentle breeze.
The mountain goats are still
roaming around for fresh
food for their young ones,
they are happy of their solitary
lives up in the mountains
touching the clouds.
The ghost  town full of
leftover other times
won't let go of the spirits of
those mountaineers, they shed
their blood, sweat and tears
to make a life.  Never feared
hard work or mother nature wrath
but they feared their own kinds
greed or heartless mind, such
was the life in the high Colorado
mountains.