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Several cattle producers along the Wood River in south-central Saskatchewan have to move about 1,000 head to different pastures after water quality in the river declined unexpectedly. Story here.
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We are killing Earth. Thanks Sask. Mining & Minerals! Quite a legacy you leave. Hope you're proud. www.PlanetInPeril.ca
Below are lyrics by the wonderful prairie songstress Connie Kaldor, about the river now being despoiled by human greed. Read it and weep, SASKATCHEWAN MINING AND MINERALS!
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
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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.
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