Bench: Friends of Wakamow
(Unless otherwise indicated, photos by Don of www.Wakamow.com)
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Connecting the Community
Wonders of Nature
Under this tree, where light and shade
Speckle the grass like a Thrush's breast,
Here in this green and quiet place
I give myself to peace and rest.
The peace of my contented mind,
That is to me a wealth untold
When the Mom has no more silver left,
And the Sun's at the end of his gold.
W.H. Davies (1870-1940)
Moose Jaw's River Valley Heritage