CREATIVE WRITING A WORTHY EPITHET Caleb Emon Up rolling hills, across vast roaring planes,He wanders and wonders on nature’s limbs.The priestly poet inks, pulling chainsThat constrain man’s fancies to worldly whims. The preacher wrote, grieving some other worlds,Some many lives ago, when youthful men,Aged countless years, uttered their verses, furled,Blind, tortured—still praising Lord’s goodness then. In darker times, before I ever woke,The Nature Priest softly spoke—about themesSo earthly, all bundled in paper cloakThat follow me, waking, and among dreams. Words pepper his pages, deep blackened lines,The proclaimed priest believed praise, unique kinds.
