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.”
THOUGHTS FROM ST. SIMONS
The peace of Christchurch, the old oak
Beneath whose branches Wesley spoke;
The Spanish Moss, like wisps of smoke.
Here once flew the Union Jack;
The Redcoats kept the Spaniard back.
Now glass protects the artifact.
Beneath the sun, Frederica Town:
The tabby walls have all come down—
Foundations gaping in the ground.
The walls are tall, without a breach
In children’s castles on the beach,
But all within the high tide’s reach.
The sound of surf, the seagull’s cry,
The crab that passes sideways by,
And endless question asking why.
The tracks that grass makes in the sand,
A seashell nestled in the hand,
The endless quest to understand.
The circling sea, gray-green in hue,
White sails against a sky of blue;
The Good, the Beautiful, the True.
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Donald T. Williams, PhD