Arizona Is
I think that Arizona isEnwrapped 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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