Following our hunger

Through a harrowed land.

In this, we are alike -

All of us arriving

Together, each alone,

The prairies passing us through

Until we came so far.

The valley, laid out, open,

Will turn to spring, then summer,

Green and gold at our feet

And we'll be sailing the mountains

Riding the rim of sky,

Full of ourselves, and dizzy,

Almost into heaven.

Now, at our daily work,

Hands on the wheel or keyboard

We lift our eyes to the hills

That delivered us, and sing.

- Ralph Becker's inaugural poem, written by Utah Poet Laureate Katharine Coles and read by Coles at Becker's inauguration.