There are two peace - pavilions here.
The very first - to ever appear.
For Canada - and the USA
To share a park - had found a way.
The herds that mi-grate cross the line,
The birds that fly – can read no signs
Except for those – Mother Nature posts
That lead the flocks – from coast to coast.
We neighbors share – a common fate
And so instead - of borders and gates,
The land of Gla-cier and Waterton
Belong to both – yet exists as one.
And from the crea-tures in this land,
Our countries learned - to understand
That borders are on-ly for those who fear
And now we hold – each other dear.