Jeff Gangwer

Rookie - 274 Points (September 23,1984 / Hood River, Oregon)

Those Cadillac Hands - Poem by Jeff Gangwer

I looked down and saw
Those Cadillac hands—
Those John Deere hands—
Hands that built and wrenched and worked—
Hands that played and loved

My granddad's hands—
A father's hands—
A husband's,
A son's,
A farmer's hands

A lot was built with those hands—
Through years and decades;
A lot was fixed with those hands—
Cars and trucks,
Trailers and wagons, tractors and implements

A welder's hands,
A mechanic's hands,
A man's hands

Who can know the work of a man—
The life of a man—
The value of a man?

I reached down and touched
Those Cadillac hands—
Those John Deere hands—
Those clay-like hands—
Those lovely hands

I hope that mine will be as useful...
...and that mine will be as valued

He was born and buried on November First—
The span of eighty-two years

A man in a clean John Deere 3320 lowered
The concrete lid over the interment site

The deceased would have smiled


Comments about Those Cadillac Hands by Jeff Gangwer

  • Rookie - 340 Points Captain Cur (4/25/2014 2:25:00 PM)

    What a way to go! Loved the write.
    Listen to that motor humming in the night. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 37 Points Colleen Courtney (4/25/2014 12:58:00 PM)

    Love this poem and the whole idea of it! If hands could talk huh? Great job on this! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 25, 2014

Poem Edited: Thursday, June 26, 2014


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