Green Knoll was a settler’s community. Located in the southern part of Lincoln County, CO. It is one of the most sparsely populated areas of Colorado, about one person for every 10 square miles. During the early 1900’s it was homestead land where one could pursue their dreams.
When there is moisture in the land, it looks bountiful and productive ground. Then it forgets to rain and the land becomes parched. Yet the knoll the school house was located on was green. The rolling land would stretch out like a green carpet after it rained. For the early settler it was enticing.
Homes were built, there were families with children. Times were plentiful, with optima a school was built and a Post Office was located in the farm home across the road. Then the Dust Bowl struck, dreams were dashed and blown away.
People fled the land that was no longer productive and today there are a few that hung on still work the land. The few ranch homes in the area are miles apart. Yet on the Knoll that was Green, the remains of the school house can be seen and across the road is where the Post Office had been.
For the few people that venture into the area, consider it lonely. The few that remain, this is home. The wide open vacant land that stretches to the horizon is where they make their living. The rolling pastures are their offices.
The occasional critter dies and their bleached bones are laid out across the prairie. Over on far horizon can been seen a windmill. Sitting in silence, a monument to man to make a living on the land.
Years ago before the Dirty Thirties, this was the land of hopes and dreams and people traveled out here to live. Today, people would ask why. Well one has to understand the conditions the people in Europe were living in at that time.
So my little pickup goes bouncing down the dusty country road looking for more lost dreams.