All silent the rolling prairie, A silence that drums in the dark, Like lost chords of a mighty organ. ... And it sings a song, a song of the past; A ballad of days gone by, When the pole trail stretched through the prairies lone To the purple of mountains high. A rumble, not of ... And the flickering lite in the coulee That fades at breath of dawn. Is a camp-fire that cheered some cowboy, A cowboy, long since gone.
|Title||:||The Francophones of Saskatchewan|
|Author||:||Richard Lapointe, Lucille Tessier|
|Publisher||:||Campion College - 1988|