This poem describes a view of the landscape beyond a highway, where fields and fences create a patchwork pattern across the land. I am writing to compare this landscape to quilts that pioneer women once made.

This poem captures a personal moment of camaraderie and the innocence of my growing up—a subtlety and depth juxtaposing the almost magical skill of a young golfer with the gentle humor of a father’s endearing misunderstanding, all within the familiar setting of our hometown golf course.

A nostalgic, free verse poem that looks at my childhood memories of majestic pines that towered over our local golf course. The poem, heavy with imagery, uses personification as a rhetorical device, in which an idea or thing is given human attributes and/or feelings or is spoken of as if it were human.

Reflecting on the power of human touch, this quotidian poem is a tribute to the lost art of shoe shining, small talk, and thus, a nod to the trades.