"On First Learning About Winslow Homer"
On well-soaked sand I’ve walked while waves there rolled,
In countless California coastal scenes,
And Oregon’s broad beaches, in my teens,
I’ve combed while friends would surf to spite the cold.
With anglers of the East I never trolled,
Yet I was not unversed, by any means,
In the Atlantic side, which magazines
And books acclaimed, but then Winslow of old,
Through his marine works, avant-garde emprise,
And strokes of insight, showed far more than pen
Or print had told what great displays may rise
On a lee shore, like that at Prout’s Neck when
Great gales strike sails, and still I sense their size,
Though he’s now dead past five score years and ten.
K.D. Taylor received his B.A. in English from Oregon State University in 2010, and still lives with his wife and their three sons in Corvallis, Oregon.