Wilf Miller offers up poetic verse

Similkameen poetry

 

 

 

There is a village in a valley, ‘neath a mountain called the “K,”

Where the Similkameen River goes winding

So peacefully on it’s way.

It’s a peaceful little village,

Keremeos is it’s name.

And the horseless carriages go drifting through

To the coast line and back again.

When the sun peaks over the mountains

Between the shaggy crests,

And paints the slopes all purple and gold;

And drives the shadows west.

There was a day of yesteryear

When the red men passed this way;

And pitched their tents along the banks

of the river and the streams.

Then the old stage coach came rolling

Along the snaky mountain trail.

And cowboys watched their white faced herds

In the mesquite and chaparral.

But now the scene is changing

The bench land is covered with trees.

With orchards in fragrant blossom in spring,

Bent east by the western breeze.

When you are journeying through this valley,

Take time to camp a day.

You’ll remember this place for always

And be glad you came this way.

–  By Wilf Miller, Keremeos