Stand up in the front yard of a two story house, feel the sense that it made, to carry those young ones forward in time.
Watch as they grow and fight and love and feel the day becoming night, and finding that with darkness comes sleep, early of the hour.
More boys than girls, as fate would make it, their up in the morning, pouring water from a pitcher, finding the wood stove to light for breakfast.
Those girls were cooks, the boys were keepers of the ground, but each played both sides of the roles, as the days went by in Oklahoma’s sun.
Their bodies aged quickly, as they ground their boots in soil, and sewed their sacks to dresses, and shirts, and passed each down with time.
The niceness of it was being together, in the days they wept and laughed, and told each other they would be great, and leave the farm at last.
Now the house is dried, the boards are rocking free, as each moves on to some other world, and leaves behind only what they can leave.
Ralph Peck
Photography by Jim McKay
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