Rich with stories of elders past
Of hanging valleys and rivers vast.
Mid-summers mornings, touched by frost
In this beautiful wilderness, all time is lost.
A waterfall spills into a river flowing,
Admist this time Alpine meadows are growing,
Blissful flowers glowing in the morning sun,
Wilmore Park, life has just begun.
In a blaze of beauty that eyes cannot see,
Behind trees and bushes, animals roam free,
Wolve’s, Elk, Dear, and Moose,
Hide behind each pine and spruce.
Solitary remote each Bear is passing,
Feeding on berries no humans harrising,
In serenity and peace, winters long and cold,
Feeding their young, to adults mold.
This high lonesome country,
In the midst of Grande Cache,
Enchanted mountains, time seems to lapse,
To capure the beauty,
Peace and freedom you will find,
It captures your heart, your soul and your mind.
Beautiful sunsets, beautiful place,
Grande Cache Canada, your heart will embrace,
The beauty, the serinity, the stars in the skies,
Captured by Willmore, the gleam in your eyes.
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