The Photographer Poem by Randy McClave

Oh wonderful, gifted, steady eye;
Upon my heart and soul you are my spy,
You take the pictures of GOD's own glory
He created the masterpiece; you photographed his story.
What beauty has been forgotten you help us recall
Like the beautiful orange leafed tree, in the fall,
Because of you, my spirt it will awaken
And all from the pictures that you have taken.
Man and artists like myself, no longer grieves
We still see a world of mountains, barns and leaves,
Unto modernization of a cities beauty I give a laugh
As in my heart and mind I hold onto natures photograph.
Soon our past and our heritage they will slowly melt away
But, you will keep its memory alive in a beautiful array,
You the one with the wonderful, and gifted eye
I thank you; with the tears of thanks that I cry.

Randy L. McClave