Woodrow Wilson Whidden Lived to Witness It

Woodrow Wilson Whidden Lived to Witness It

Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contempor Woodrow Whidden in overalls on Cape Canaveral

The Cape Canaveral ocean shoreline’s dream

Pretends it does not wish that it could lick

Far white camellias.  Bellingrath can steam

In heat.  White sands are like a Bolshevik

Death barricade.  The Gulf of salt and waves

Forbids this love.  A later Saturn crew

Will leave behind in smoke Canaveral graves

Of pioneers and spin past sand to blue

Horizons to that place of cratered white

That men had always wanted to embrace,

Far further in a spinning long dreamed flight

Than sleeping pioneers could ever trace.

  One pioneer stood by me on that day.

    He watched with me that moon launch roar away.

Phillip Whidden