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.”
We have a natural hunger for wild places. We want them accessible even if we do not want to live in them permanently. Even that is getting to be harder.
THE FIRST THIRTY MINUTES OUT OF NEEL’S GAP
Curtal Sonnet # 7
It’s amazing how the traffic noise can carry
Across the ridges and the open spaces.
This is the wilderness to eyes, but ears
Find it a good sight harder job to parry
Civilization just by changing places.
The legs pump and a spray-paint blaze appears.
This is the Appalachian Trail? I say
The sound of engines going through their paces
Ought not to be a part of what one hears!
Just when you think you’re far enough away,
A trucker changes gears.
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Donald T. Williams, PhD