Dining In Duncan, Arizona Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Loving the U.S.A., rocking in a little western restaurant here
in Duncan, Arizona, enjoying the quaint atmosphere and antique
relics of days gone by.

Cowboy hats hanging above the tables, cowhide tablecloths,
black and white, looking like actual cowhide, touching it and
being disappointed to find it was just a plastic tablecloth.

Specials, mexican or western, breakfast too, all reasonably
priced, patrons from the town of Duncan coming in for lunch,
friendly, smiling waving as they go to their regular tables.

Walls are unpainted particle board, very rustic addition to
the total western environment, all in all a wonderful place
to stop and eat after unloading a trailer full of furniture.

An old historic gin mill that my friends have purchased and are
restoring, drinking an old-fashioned root beer, thoroughly enjoy-
ing this relaxed, yet vibrant old western town.