Down the gravel road,
Plodding along at eight mile per hour,
Trying to miss the puddles of mud,
Keeping the barbed wire away,
Holding the mud to the floor,
On the black rubber walk.
Fresh dresses made of flour sacks,
Overalls, two generations had worn,
Shoes, that were two sizes too big,
Brown leather pumps with straps
And white socks if they could,
All wrapped in half awake smiling faces
Waiting and riding that bus into town
For another day’s school, lessons,
To add to their lives.
Ralph Peck
Photography by Connie Estes
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