The Lady From Prescott

I just made the acquaintance of one special lady, Ms. Sharlot Hall. She because the Territorial Historian for the Arizona Territory in 1909, the first woman to hold a salaried office in the territory. What led her to this job and where she went afterwards is a magnificent story of the making of our land. The rest of her story is coming soon to Coconino Chronicles.

Meanwhile, here is a portion of the poem she wrote about the plan to admit Arizona and New Mexico into statehood as one state. It arrived on the desk of every member of Congress. Enjoy:

"Ay! Let her go barehanded; bound by no grudging gift;
Back to her own free spaces where her rock-ribbed mountains lift
Their walls like a sheltering fortress; back to her house and blood;
And we of her blood will go our way and reckon your judgment good.
We will wait outside your sullen door till the stars that ye wear grow dim
As the pale dawn-stars that swim and fade o’er our highty Canyon’s rim;
We will lift no hand for the bays ye wear, nor covet your robes of state –
But Ah! By the skies above us all we will shame ye while we wait!"

That's just a taste of the style of this talented western historian.