Rockvale is a Statutory Town in Fremont County, Colorado, United States. The population was 426 at the 2000 census.
Rockvale is located at 38°22′8″N 105°9′53″W / 38.36889°N 105.16472°W / 38.36889; -105.16472 (38.368845, -105.164813).
According to the United States Census Bureau, the town has a total area of 1.0 square mile (2.6 km2), all of it land.
As of the census of 2000, there were 426 people, 166 households, and 122 families residing in the town. The population density was 445.0 people per square mile (171.3/km²). There were 191 housing units at an average density of 199.5 per square mile (76.8/km²). The racial makeup of the town was 94.60% White, 0.23% African American, 0.47% Native American, 0.23% Asian, 1.64% from other races, and 2.82% from two or more races. Hispanic or Latino of any race were 4.23% of the population.
There were 166 households out of which 27.7% had children under the age of 18 living with them, 57.8% were married couples living together, 12.0% had a female householder with no husband present, and 26.5% were non-families. 22.9% of all households were made up of individuals and 9.6% had someone living alone who was 65 years of age or older. The average household size was 2.57 and the average family size was 2.98.
In the morning by the sea
As the fog clears from the sand
I have no money in my hand
I have no home, I have no land
But it doesn’t trouble me
As I lay beside the fire
I am easy to inspire
There is little I require
I wasn’t yours and you weren’t mine
Though I’ve wished from time to time
We had found a common ground
Your voice was such a welcome sound
How the emptiness would fill
With the waves and with your song
People find where they belong
Or keep on
Through the never-ending maze
Where the way is seldom clear
There is no map or compass near
I drive a ship I cannot steer
Through the bleak and early morn
Where a stronger will is sworn
Where the moments move so slow
And seem to never let you go
When my hands are old and ache
And my memory flickers dim
And my bones don’t hold my skin
There’s no place I haven’t been
I recall the days were few
That is all that I can do
Feel the carvings in the tree