Saturday, December 8, 2007

ARIZONA POEM BY RAY HARWOOD


With her fire red cliffs and her turquoise blue sky and her snow capped peaks where spirits fly. With her Apache heart and her old west persona, I fell in love and her name is Arizona.
With her mighty river that cut deep into the earth, exposing ages that proceeds our very birth. With her Apache heart and her old west persona, I fell in love and her name is Arizona.
It was a romantically harsh beginning; it seems there was no piece. With the deadly gun of Wyatt Earp; and the charging war horse of Cochise. With her Apache heart and her old west persona, I fell in love and her name is Arizona.

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