On prairie wide he walks alone
Through effort toil and season change
Life digs forth with tender care
He crafts a nation's feast
In maze of steel high aloft
They walk together climb
Setting moving the money blood
They coax the engine on
Crossroad town once wooded grove
Two push back at nature's force
Two lift together with will and might
The triumph build is born
To whom is victory owed;
To He, to They, or Two?
The sun rises over each the same,
it sets for each in time
To each the storms do slash and tear
some do rise, some will fall
So, might it be? It does seem so...
As the old bequeaths the young
To EACH our fate is tied to ALL
as alone our spirits go