By Helen M. Livingston
He came from Scotland in his youth
To pioneer in this our land.
The fortitude of hills was his,
The strength of mountains in his hand.
So day by day in industry
He toiled away with pride and pain
Till rocky hills bore orchard blooms
And sagebrush lands were fields of grain.
And growing boys and girls were his;
And so with purpose, care and thought
He worked with them, he prayed with them,
He sacrificed, he planned and taught.
An active man, with future hopes,
So in his mind there was no room
To pine. But once I heard him say,
“The heather now would be in bloom.”