The picture for today’s poem was found on the internet and
came from an excerpt from Arizona
Adventure by Marshall Trimble, the
state’s official historian. It is a photograph of the Statue
that honors the card game in which the town of Show Low, Arizona derived its name.
Enjoy . . . . . .
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In the pioneer days of Arizona
The stakes were often high
It was put-up or shut-up
And no one questioned why
Two pioneers on nearby spreads
Were a feudin’ and a fussin’
When one got in the other’s view
Tempers flaired, twas lotsa cussin’
Cooley and Clark were neighbors
With a burr in their craw
A feud finally festered; settle
They must; cards they’d draw
Seven-up was the game
Low card wins, the rule of play
Twas a simple game, but the
Stakes were high that fateful day
The deck was shuffled; cards
Dealt face down, one by one
When the Club deuce was turned up,
The game was over; Cooley had won
So, Clark moved on down the road
The bickering ended and now you know
How a town in northeast Arizona
Got the unique name of . . . . Show Low
The stakes were often high
It was put-up or shut-up
And no one questioned why
Two pioneers on nearby spreads
Were a feudin’ and a fussin’
When one got in the other’s view
Tempers flaired, twas lotsa cussin’
Cooley and Clark were neighbors
With a burr in their craw
A feud finally festered; settle
They must; cards they’d draw
Seven-up was the game
Low card wins, the rule of play
Twas a simple game, but the
Stakes were high that fateful day
The deck was shuffled; cards
Dealt face down, one by one
When the Club deuce was turned up,
The game was over; Cooley had won
So, Clark moved on down the road
The bickering ended and now you know
How a town in northeast Arizona
Got the unique name of . . . . Show Low
Poem by Herm Meyer
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