You can hear her bark from about a mile away, the biggest ole dog that ever braved a peach grove. It was always lookin for just that one, who happened to slip by, and she would brace up on her front legs, pull the hair up on her back legs, throw that mighty tail straight up toward the clouds.
She was green, a little bit saucy in the field, staring down that road where all the workers work come in for the night, driving those tractors, the white pickups full of ladders, their bodies all soaked and dried in the sweat of the day, the cardboard bins lying flat on the trailers back, peaches piled so high, and more bins stacked on top of those.
But that ole dog would be there, waggin it’s tail in the wind, keepin its lonely rounds, watching whole heartedly for the next truck, the next tractor, that round and round of men, making their day among the trees.
Drive careful and slow, watch for the ole dog, and you’ll know your just about home.
Ralph E Peck
Photograph by Ralph Peck
Just outside of Porter Oklahoma
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