Sunset at Wakamow

In Moose Jaw, there’s a place
They call her Wakamow

As sunset drapes the valley
she’s wrapped in a golden veil
Like a blushing bride
nestled in the evening glow

This is a sanctuary in Moose Jaw
Where the waters—meander through the Wakamow valley
Embraced by woodlands on either side
And trails lead on to stories hidden deep

Across the seasons—the Wakamow valley comes alive
We walk the trails and paddle down the stream
When the frost arrives—the world turns serene and bright
We ski the Wellesley trails in the velvet white

Oh, Wakamow, a story untold
Hidden woods and ridges
coulees winding through river lanes
As sunset drapes the valley
she’s wrapped in a golden veil
Like a blushing bride
nestled in the evening glow

As spring breaks and winds awaken the vale
Picnics and laughter drift along the trails
Songs and footsteps intertwine on the grass
As campfires glow and the summer nights pass

Oh, Wakamow, a story untold
Old stone foundations whisper in the grass
The Thunderbird Viaduct spans the Thunder Creek
Where echoes of the past still linger long

Oh, Wakamow, a story retold
Indigenous peoples once flourished and thrived here
The stone and bone tools sleeping in the museum
whisper the stories and legends of ancient days

Oh, Wakamow, a story untold
Hidden woods and ridges
coulees winding through river lanes
As sunset drapes the valley
she’s wrapped in a golden veil
Like a blushing bride
nestled in the evening glow

As sunset drapes the valley
Wakamow in her golden veil

Oh Moose Jaw