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.


Remember: for more poetry like this, go to and order Stars Through the Clouds! Also look for Inklings of Reality and Reflections from Plato’s Cave, Williams’ newest books from Lantern Hollow Press: Evangelical essays in pursuit of Truth, Goodness, and Beauty.  And look for Williams’ very latest book, Deeper Magic: The Theology behind the Writings of C. S. Lewis, due out Sept. 1, 2016, from Square Halo Books!

Donald T. Williams, PhD


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