Jeff Gangwer

Freshman - 885 Points (September 23,1984 / Hood River, Oregon)

He Travels - Poem by Jeff Gangwer

The world was larger
And when you’re young and growing
And the world is nothing more than your own backyard,

Your father—
Gruff, but loving—
Is a man of fields and farms and dirt—

Or soil (as he would say)

And then the world grew

And distance began to divide

But now,
As we live and long,
We grow closer

We grow closer

He travels

He travels and he knows the world,
Learning whatever the world teaches him

And in traveling,
He would say,
“All are dependent on fields of green.”

Fields of green

I like that

The backyard,
The field,
The farm,
The dirt

My world is larger still

Topic(s) of this poem: dad, father, travel, youth

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