It now stands alone,
but once a resting place for many.
Clarkdale,
home of the Verde Canyon Railway.
This building,
a gathering place
for the pioneers
travelling along a road
of a new era.
Along the route
they saw new beginnings,
from virgin land,
to the bald eagles
flying overhead.
But,
like the Sinagua Indians,
this building was replaced
once pioneers settled their claims.
This building,
a token to
white man's new life,
demise of the Indian.
A contest entry
- Last Train to Clarkdale by hoodoolover.
600 points, ended February 21, 2007, 12 entries
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Comments
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Very good write, did you find out some real facts about this place? I ask because the Verde railroad sounds quite believable, thanks for entering and best of luck
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A beautiful write, I always look at crumbled down buildings and try to imagine the things that have occured inside of them in years gone by, the history that is inside those four walls is something most of us can only dream about for the majority of them are older than we are !!
As always well written and indeed a pleasure to read... julie
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awesome
Where I live, we have places, similar to that...when the highways were built, in the early 50's and 60's here...a lot of old roads and places, were left for dead and forgotten...that pertains to people, too...when something new, sparkles, and overwhelms...the faithful and true are forgotten...left for memory....awesome write...smile...hugs and love...David
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