Beyond the Rocky Mountains west, They viewed a lovely land,
Where tree-clad hills met azure skies, And valleys wide and grand.
The mountain streams fed tranquil lakes, All wondrous to behold,
And rumors told these pristine lands, Held streams awash with gold.
From east and south the people came, To follow rumor's tale,
Some felt the spell of Vernon's wealth, And walked the gold rush trail.
To blend with nature's harmony, And fish its lakes and streams,
To plant and harvest nature's fruits, And follow ancient dreams.
A hundred years have come and gone, We count on hundreds more,
To celebrate our magic land, Each day our spirits soared.
Salute to Vernon's hundred years, Its works of art - its weather,
Renewing our resources as, We work and play together.
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