A poem by Gladys Cockrill
1967
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Powell River
Some came for a week, and
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some came for a year,
They suddenly found there was
nothing so dear
As the friends that they made,
and so much here to do
That they stayed and they
stayed as we hope you will too.
There is Fishing and Hunting,
and Scenery galore.
And boating right here at your
front or back door.
With Lakes and with Mountains,
and Sunsets so grand
We can’t find much more
in the whole of our land.
There are sports of all kinds
that are dear to your heart.
There is Dancing – Romancing
takes quite a big part.
There are clubs here, and
lodges to name just a few
Of the things here of interest,
besides work, to do.
So, come to Powell River good
friend and you’ll see
Just what it contains, that
means so much to me.
Good homes for our children
good times with our friends,
Many years has it been, and we hope it Ne’r Ends.
Gladys Cockrill
