Sunday, December 16, 2012

Two Poems

by William D. Cecil, Sr.

Black birches bulging between boulders
straightened by time
into trees sublime.

Seedlings once - heaving for light and air
who could know such power
in growth, that shower

and sun would force a young half-buried thing
to lift its heart
in gnarled splendor.

I like to think

of a brittle sassafras
extending itself
to the full height

of a precipice-
trusting blindly
in its strength.

Yet slowly dying
beaten by wind
into sharpened rock.
 William D. Cecil, Sr. was born in 1906 and lived 
for 96 years.  He was a lifelong educator, people person, 
and believer in nature.  He spent time recuperating 
from an illness in the late 1920s and thirties.  He used 
this time to write poetry and to heal.  He was a member 
of the Shakespeare Symposium in Lewiston, NY and 
wrote biographical material on an artist known for his 
depictions of Niagara Falls (Amos Sangster).
copyright 2012, Carolyn Cecil 

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