Shine kindly, O sun, keep it warmly alive.
On this field lay a tender caress,
For here is the reason men struggle and strive
And strain, sweat and anguish and battle and drive.
And life’s spent for wheat just to keep men alive.
O sun, let your rays kindly bless.
A single marker in a back corner of a pioneer cemetery in central Oregon. A beautiful vista to the West…the wheat fields cropped and the clouds building.