The land is laid out in quarter sections here.
The road leads straight North.
From a hilltop the prairie displays itself
In a huge flat expanse, lifting the heart.
Toward the Northwest the sun sets slowly,
The large ball hanging orange, radiating pink
over the entire, wide, cloudless sky.
By this sun we have seen all day.
By it we have had the light of life.
By it we are fed and take strength.
The silos stand at rapt attention,
Greeting their master with a reflection.
O, Lord, you are glorious.