The sun was setting over the Rockies
and some of the peaks turned orange
as they reflected the light of the sun.
The air was cool, crisp and clear
like it usually is on a fall night
with the aroma of decaying leaves.
Coyotes were howling in the distance
and many flocks of geese were flying by
making their distinctive sound.
A porcupine perched high in a tree,
chewing fervently at the bark.
It's furry body lit up in the setting sun.
The Oldman River was roaring under it's flow,
covering the floodplains with fresh mountain silt
and nourishing the sun parched land.
Beavers were swimming across the river
carrying small branches between their teeth,
building a dam hidden under the water.
The coulees seemed endless and delightful
with the soft curves of voluptuous women
laying on a hillside beside each other.
This is Lethbridge's natural charm,
home of the warm Chinook winds,
the prairie people and the Blood Tribe.
and some of the peaks turned orange
as they reflected the light of the sun.
The air was cool, crisp and clear
like it usually is on a fall night
with the aroma of decaying leaves.
Coyotes were howling in the distance
and many flocks of geese were flying by
making their distinctive sound.
A porcupine perched high in a tree,
chewing fervently at the bark.
It's furry body lit up in the setting sun.
The Oldman River was roaring under it's flow,
covering the floodplains with fresh mountain silt
and nourishing the sun parched land.
Beavers were swimming across the river
carrying small branches between their teeth,
building a dam hidden under the water.
The coulees seemed endless and delightful
with the soft curves of voluptuous women
laying on a hillside beside each other.
This is Lethbridge's natural charm,
home of the warm Chinook winds,
the prairie people and the Blood Tribe.
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