Wordsworth wrote an endless poem in blank verse on” the growth of a poet’s mind.” I shall attempt a more modest feat for a more distracted age: a blog, “Things which a Lifetime of Trying to Be a Poet has Taught Me.”
Several recent years of drought in the Southeastern U. S. recall one of a couple decades ago.
Fifteen feet of barrel-floated dock
Lies beached, a grotesque whale upon the shore;
And you could walk another ten or more
Before you hit the water. Many a rock
That men’s eyes have not seen since back before
The dam was built lies drying in the sun.
Already autumn yellow has begun
To show up in the limbs and on the floor
As trees go dormant, trying, one by one,
To save themselves to grow another day.
Fish die; the corn is dead; the people pray,
But not yet seriously enough to shun
The wide gate and the broad and easy way.
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Donald T. Williams, PhD