Province Poem

Saskatchewan

Saskatchewan is a land of many filled with few

From our endless plains to our deep thick forests

There is not much there but it is as full as can be.

You can find everything

In this province of many and few

From the mines to the fields

The cities to the boonies

Whatever you want you can have it

The people are just as great and varied

As the land they call home

From the South to North, East to West

There are plains, rivers, lakes

Even hills, yes hills, no seriously hills.

What we do varies just as much as the people

and this place we call home.

We fish, we hunt, we camp, we swim.

We run, we climb, we sled, we ski.

But most importantly, we cheer.

The Roughriders, the Green and Mean.

From Fantuz Flakes to Gainer the Gopher

We buy the more gear than the rest put together

For we know better than any that

Green is the colour,

Football is the game,

We're all together, and winning is our aim

From great to small, we've got it all

In this land of many filled with few.