Spirit of the Pass
Where mountain winds in silence move,
The Crowsnest stands, wild and true.
Peaks rise high in quiet grace,
Guardians of this timeless place.
Elk tread soft through morning mist,
Cougars vanish, moonlight-kissed.
Grizzlies roam and eagles cry,
Where ancient trails and rivers lie.
Lundbreck Falls in thunder speaks,
A silver veil down canyon creeks.
Rainbows bloom in mist and spray,
Nature’s fire in bright display.
In meadows gold and forests deep,
The land holds dreams it longs to keep.
So come with wonder, tread with care—
The spirit of the wild lives there.
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