City upon a hill
John Clare Stokes
Chief once said make it look
less like a ghost town;
But Chief, you were not
Around
When down that grand
Noble came the ghosts
I knew upon that Avenue.
Rossi Davis said it was
Paved with cotton
And that I've never forgotten
When in the fall of '68
Down that hill paraded
Jackie and the boys
Who almost took state
As we lined that route
And let out a shout!
There will come the day
When ole Orange Hill is filled
The last to make his way
Up the Noble Avenue
To join the ghostly
Loved ones who climbed
The empty Noble to view
Not the Sandhills toward
Bronson
Not the steeds of Marion
The Cranes of Alachua
Nor peanut fields of Fugate
But a
Better city set upon
The top of a hill.
Eternal.
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