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.”
People who have passed on to the next world make their absence felt in many ways. Here is one I wasn’t expecting until I couldn’t miss it.
NELLE FERGUSON, # 2
There’s something missing when the people sing.
It was the kind of voice that doesn’t blend
Too well with others going through the motions.
But when the old hymns started her devotions,
Then she would gather all her joy and fling
It forth, not caring if she bucked the trend.
(She learned her piety back in the old-
Time Wesleyan camp meetings, I am told.)
The angels must have looked up with a start
To hear it blend with their celestial art:
If I know anything, I know that Nelle
Went into Heaven with a “shoutin’ spell.”
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Donald T. Williams, PhD