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It was the soul of this
dogged mill town,
When it looked like it had
logged its last,
That kept Flagstaff from
taking its final
gasp.
It was its spirit that saved
this settlement,
Where Glory and Copper Star
once waved
From the tallest pine, for
this purpose so
saved.
It was samarkand,¹ a trading
of humanity,
Natives carrying on their
traditional ways
Along with citizens of the
modern practice
A Spirit-led, soul-fed crossroads
for future
days.
¹samarkand is an expression
borrowed from
Bruce Babbit's forward written
for Richard
and Sherry Mangum's "Flagstaff:
Past and
Present"
(2003)...what happens when old
ways, new ways and other
ways intertwine
to make for a future way
that is better than
anyone could have imagined |
