Dropping down from Flagstaff –
Via Oak Creek Canyon Drive –
Sharpens senses and emotions –
For at last you see it live.
Memories stored away from childhood –
Of the mountains, oh so high –
And the pines so very stately –
Seem to stretch and reach the sky.
Here and there the sparkling water –
Flashes out amidst the trees –
And we stop to watch and listen –
As it travels on to sea.
It has a special language –
Rippling o’er the bed of stones –
Conversations with the woodland –
Words that man has never known.
Then we’re in Sedona, with mountains
All around –
And I see a “Happy City” – formed
By nature. So profound!
Gaylia Kenslow – Stogsdill
Copyright Roy Richard