Saskatchewan My Home
Land of the living skies
Where the Saskatchewan prairie lies
Skies painted with every hue
Pinks, purples and shades of blue
The sun slowly sinks in the west
The land settles down to rest
Our prairie full of havest gold
Truly a site to behold
Feel the wide open space
Feel the wind upon your face
Our heavens hold the northern lights
Dancing across the sky at night
The rich soft soil of the ground
Beautiful nature all around
Summer, winter, spring and fall
Season changes we get them all
The beaver knawing on his bark
The singing of the bluejays and meadow lark
Gophers popping their heads above the ground
Having a look at what lurks around
The loon calls it's lonely tune
The snowy owl hoots at the moon
Deer and moose stand and graze
In the evenings cool misty haze
The countryside what a site
The prairies, my home, my delight
This place truly a hidden treasure
A pace of life you cannot measure
Friendly people to lend a hand
Hard working people on the land
This is the place that we love
From the ground at our feet to the stars above
Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2006
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