Jeff Gangwer

Veteran Poet - 1,365 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
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 says,
"All are dependent on fields of green."

Fields of green

I like that

The backyard,
the fields,
the farms,
the dirt

My world is larger still

Topic(s) of this poem: divorce, farm, father, world

Form: Free Verse

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 17, 2016

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