I took a writing class a few years ago in which I was given an interesting assignment. In it we were to take a published journal from some historical figure and write poems using the exact words in their journal. The proceedure was merely choosing passages and erasing words while rearranging the remaining words into stanzas. It was called an “erasure” poem. I chose Wilford Woodruff since Waiting for World’s End was on my reading list anyway. I had fun “writing” these poems among others.
At a Large Rock on the Shore of the Salt Lake
We here made a halt,
(found the most beautiful white
salt that I ever saw lying in bunches
on the shore where the water dried away)
and all went into the
salt water
Which was quite warm
and was impregnated with as much salt as
could
possibly be dissolved in water.
It was so strong that
if a particle got into the eyes, nose, or mouth
it would strangle & put one in pain.
No person
could
possibly sink in it.
A person would float & roll
On the top of the water like
a dry log & while standing
to our waist in water we
could not get our knees to the bottom
but would rise to the top–a cork
& we made up our minds at once
that our great
Salt Lake ought to be added
as the eighth wonder of the world.
***
School of the Prophets
I attended and heard
many interesting remarks
made upon the subjects of Astrology
and it was decided that Astrology
was in opposition
to the work of God.
Hence saints should not be engaged in it.
I went down to the field
& spent the night.
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