Happy City by Gaylia Kenslow – Stogsdill

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

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