Saskatchewan

Saskatchewan

Under the living skies,
There are people, who believe,
That Saskatchewan is more,
Than just a stereotypical scene.

Beyond the felids,
Are towns,
Who don't want to be seen,
For they are happier,
Doing the same old routine.

When you follow the roads,
They lead to a place,
Where animals run free,
And there's always a familiar face.

Up over the stars,
There is a sight,
Full of dancing colors,
That can only be seen at night.

In our hearts,
There is a hope that can't be seen,
Of the colors,
White and green.

Under the spring sun,
Crops are growing,
As for the horses,
It's time for showing.

After the fall,
Is when it gets bad,
The wind starts blowing,
And it's always the worst we've ever had.

This is Saskatchewan,
We're growing strong,
And if we keep believing,
We'll never go wrong.

By: carebear