|Seamus Heaney 1939-2013|
Not long gone, but surely missed.
Already the lonesome loblolly pines
Here in Carolina sing a sad song.
The palmettos list slightly,
Cast a long shadow on the beaches,
Along the pebbled shore,
Over the fading summer foothills.
At high tide, the Atlantic swells,
Then ebbs, washes away but cannot
Diminish thoughts, memories,
Hopes, dreams of him we loved.
Earl J. Wilcox writes about aging, baseball, literary icons, politics, and southern culture. His work appears in more than two dozen journals; he is a regular contributor to TheNew Verse News. More of Earl's poetry appears at his blog, Writing by Earl.