Arizona by Andrew Downing
poetry

Arizona by Andrew Downing

  Arizona is peerless, her breezes are soft, And mostly her sky is surprisingly fair, For “the sweet little cherub” on duty aloft, Controlling the tricks of the ambient air, Is vigilant always–good-natured enough In doing his meteorological stunts; Yet sometimes we think, when the weather is rough, That he tries to dispense all his … Continue reading