"Arivaca Road Warrior"
(c)2010 Bob Atkinson
An extra large pair of horns
shows you the way
to the town of Arivaca
letting imagination have its day
you circle the question mark
around the cow skull bar
past the sign that says
"Arivaca, this way, it's not too far"
heading down into the past
on history to marvel
a mission of learning
new ground to cover
not on a lark
just finding a reason
not to be in the dark
it's our exploring season
feeling right at home
as we passed those old bones
at Arivaca Highway's start
wake up and look smart
Twist and turn
fast and slow
roll up to
the Border Patrol
punch it hard away from there
through the hills
up and down
Amado Ranch to the rear
covering old, old grounds
fun twisting turns
fast, so fast we go
watch for cows upon the road
don't want to stub their toes
open range here abouts
they wander 'cross the asphalt
in search of greener grass
or a bull hunting a lass
feeling good, Hunny near
as your mind unloads
burdens of the city,
your frets and fears,
while buzzing down the road
so fast he goes
the other way
a motorbike crotch rocket
tossing caution away
while
carrying his life in his pocket
hunkered down and praying
not smart, but very brave
hundred at least on that beast
through turns marked twenty mph
years ago would have
also set the pace
now I do only thirty
old, but still not gray
there goes a silver
Austin Healy I believe
top down, flying through the town
Tam-O-Shanter on his crown
really looking spiffy
while
covering hair, if any
he pushes to go faster
and relive his early days
when he was in this 30's
his eyes not so gray
Cerro Colorado
there on our right
home of a big old mine
the Sonora Company site
that town has since
burned to the ground
was once most active
brought fame and fortune to
the area and its inhabitants
nearly the first of its kind
a mining town of note
built when Apaches
took what they needed
then left you alone
of silver it was proactive
paid for by eastern money
investors good
like Colt and Wrightson
and others when in the mood
made famous by
"the Father of Arizona"
who wrote stories of early life
left Indians head shaking
and his brother lost his life
Heintzelman came
in the winter of '58
they didn't tell him all
there were secrets of the mines
a sly man's protocol
had they done that
he would have been irate
and taken to the board
his feelings of frustration
of Montana Peak's existence
he didn't know
they just ran circles
around what he thought was true
Poston told him stories
of how to Sonora he had to go
to get supplies and other things
for the mine to grow
but, Poston didn't go too far
beyond the next wild hill
to run the mine that he had bought
under the table his pockets to fill
silver from the mines
poured ore to San Francisco
through the deep water port
of Yuma on the river
it's so much easier now
to drive along the road
than be shaken in a wagon
as they were so long ago
you come upon
the Gadsden Coffee House
nutty brew tickles your nose
cinnamon rolls are superb
on them icing freshly rolled
up a little ways
in the building behind the sign
you give a nod to Mary
works in the old book barn
pink flowered trees
if you get there in May
she hangs out at the Library
that's where she gets her pay
stop and discuss the past
of it she is quite savy
studied the Crabb Massacre
and tales of her grandaddy
artists have their co-op
locals have their beer
in the courtyard of the tavern
where friends' voices are heard
then you shop for old antiques
newly arrived last year
and give Steve a nod
if glass whales you prefer
cottonwoods and large pools
of water are behind
adobe walls of buildings built
by miner's for their wives
so it is a place of history
where many things did happen
good and bad, and in between
like when John
was shot by bandits