Pincie Creek Australian Shepherds

There is a story behind this poem. I was at work one day in July of 1995 and had been trying to decide all afternoon whether or not to go by a pet supply store on the way home to pick up some things for the dogs. I wanted to go, and then I didn’t want to go, and I couldn’t make up my mind. I got off from work and still hadn’t decided. I wanted to go, and needed to go, but something kept telling me to just go on home. I came to the stop sign at the four lane, and I had to make a decision. If I was going to the store, I had to go straight across the four lane. If I was going home, I would turn right. This was a very busy intersection, and I had to sit there for a while waiting for the traffic to clear before I could go anywhere. Something still kept telling me to go on home,

but at the last minute when I thought it was clear, I decided to go to the store and pulled out to cross the first two lanes of traffic. A big beer truck was coming across the four lane from the other direction and was in the median, between the four lanes. He had obscured my vision and I couldn’t see that on the other side of him was a little car, coming at me on my side. When the truck pulled on across the car was right on me and hit me on my side of the car. It spun me around into the coming lanes of traffic but thank God there was nothing coming. If there had been, it probably would have killed me. My car was totaled and I was bruised and banged up but not really hurt. I realized then that my guardian angel had been trying to tell me all day to go on home; if I had, I wouldn’t have had the wreck. So the next day this poem just came to me, all of a sudden, while I was working, and I wrote it down.