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From the Hassiampa River

Webmaster Note: Bruce Salisbury, a site visitor, wrote to say that he’d found a poem that his grandfather had written years ago about the Hassayampa River. He sent it to us to share with other site visitors. Note that I haven’t changed the spelling of Hassayampa in his work. Many thanks to Bruce for sharing this. – Maria

From the Hassiampa River
  He who drinks, the tale is told,
Must return to Arizona
  Come again to land of gold
And the legend goes on further
  Nevermore with tongue or pen
Can the thrice unlucky mortal
  Ever tell the truth again.

So when in the Western country
  Does a man a tale unfold
Of a million dollar diamond
  Or a mountain of pure gold
Or a ledge of native silver
  Sounding like the wildest dream
We just say: “He drank, poor fellow,
  From Hassiampa, head downstream”.

Billy O Johnson
Rocky Ford, Colorado
June 1930

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