I really enjoy researching the “haunted” hotels and places around the United States. When I find the information, it is a challenge to turn it into poetry. What good is a “haunted tale” if it doesn’t rhyme? It just seems more romantic. I am not trying to convince anyone there are (or are not) ghosts and spirits. It is fun to read about them though.
In California, Hotel Del Coronado
Located in the town of San Diego
Kate Morgan killed in 1892
Now her spirit is still in her room.
Legend has it, she checked in here
To meet her mate,-he didn’t appear
Days later, on the beach by her room
She was found dead-a gunshot wound
President Ford visited it one day
A secret serviceman had this to say,
In Kate’s room at this big hotel
Visions and noises-a real spooky tale
A good place to visit this Halloween
One night will cost two hundred fifteen
But if you like ghosts, this is the place
Maybe you will get to meet Kate.