Woodrow Wilson Whidden Lived to Witness It
Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem co
ntempor 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
