Arizona Is

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    Arizona Is

     I think that Arizona is
    Enwrapped in purple mountain haze
    With flora silver, sage and brown
    And golden poppies dotted 'round
    Canyon's secrets lay deep inside
    Bleached bones the desert claimed and dried

    Dust devils rising to the sky
    The ghosts of cowboys riding by
    Exotic birds in colors bold
    Scarlet, orange, bright blue and gold
    Coyote's howls that chill the soul
    Scorpions, snakes in their deep holes

    Rich in cultural tales of yore
    Proud, Native American lore
    Mines of opal, copper, silver
    Turquoise hidden in rock corners
    Jewels born under cloudless skies
    All this where Arizona lies

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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