Larry Powell Powell is a veteran, award-winning journalist based in Shoal Lake, Manitoba, Canada. He specialize in stories about agriculture and the environment. For decades, he worked for broadcast outlets in all four provinces in western Canada. This included a 5 years stint as Senior Editor for CBC Radio News in Saskatchewan. He is authorized to receive embargoed news releases on important, global stories, through the Science Media Centre of Canada, the Royal Society, Nature Research and the World Weather Attribution Network. He's a member of the Science Writers and Communicators of Canada, the Canadian Association of Journalists and a past member of the American Association for the Advancement of Science. In 2020, Powell joined an international team of writers providing articles for the Swiss-based online journal, Focusing on Wildlife - celebrating the biodiversity of Planet Earth. In June, 2014, he was a panelist at a world conference in Winnipeg entitled Holding
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1 Wood River.
Oh won’t you come with me
Where the Wood River flows
We’ll watch it meander slowly
As the sky turns from red to dark
And as that sun goes down
We’ll throw our arms around
Each other and tell the dreams
That are deep in the heart
Because the heart is bigger than trouble
And the heart is bigger than doubt
But the heart sometimes needs a little help
To figure that out
So won’t you come with me
Where the Wood River flows
The little Wood River knows
That it goes to nowhere but
That doesn’t stop it going
Or them willows growing
Or all the lovers showing
Their hearts to each other there
Chorus
So won’t you come with me
Where the Wood River flows
The little Wood River knows
Comments:
The wood river runs through southern Saskatchewan. It comes out of the Wood Mountain hills and goes to Old Wives lake. It is an old river that winds and twists its way along. It is traditionally the local picnic spot and necking spot in the Gravelbourg Assiniboia area. I lived on the bank of the wood river for a while. I think this is one of my favourite songs. The melody was written first while I was in Toronto. I was renting a room in a house where a lot of Mauler was being played and I think I wrote it to balance the musical palate. But the lyrics came later when I was back home and needing a little solace.