The Arizona Inn was founded in 1930 by Isabella Greenway, Arizona’s first congresswoman and a lifelong friend of Eleanor Roosevelt.12 about 5 years after her second husband’s death. Greenway created the Inn as a way to provide employment for disabled World War I veterans who were convalescing from mustard gas lung damage in Tucson at…
They toured Old Bisbee, its charm so grand, The miners’ houses, the history at hand, Brewery Gulch, the Copper Queen Hotel, The stories of the past, they’d surely tell.
Next, they ventured to Lowell, a place of pride, Where the miners’ lives were once their guide, The history of the town, a tale to be told, A piece of the past, forever to be old.
Coronado National Memorial, a sight to behold, A place of beauty, a story untold, The border wall and the desert, a stark contrast, A reminder of man’s fight on nature’s grandiose vast.
Finally, they reached Warren, a place of design, The Arts and Crafts style, a sight divine, The Vista, the ballpark, a gem to find, A planned community, a place of mind.
In Sacramento, the sun shines bright, Tourist season brings a wondrous sight. Beneath the dome, history unfolds, A city rich in stories, legends untold. Cal Expo’s lively, with events galore, A place where excitement always has more. The yacht club beckons, by the river’s flow,Boaters and dreamers, a tranquil tableau.
Then came the cowboys, with their protest loud, Against the federal rule, they stood proud. But the standoff turned tragic, a spokesman fell, In the land of Malheur, where the egrets dwell. Yet nothing was resolved, the struggle ended, The land still contested, the wounds not mended. But through it all, the birds remain, In the land of Malheur, amidst the distress and pain.