Westward from Banff or Across the Great Divide

Westward from Banff

Or

Across the Great Divide

Blue, white and gold gleaming bright

The articulated beast sits panting

Like a great dragon at rest

The sun barely painting the mountain tops The dragon roars and rolls Twenty-two coaches heading West

West through the mountains

West through the valleys

West through pine lined passes Read More

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