Zach McClure

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I was born at the same time the space age was, and lived all across this American continent. I have always loved art and music...anything creative. This year, when I was having problems with my computer, I thought to myself, 'there's got to be a low-tech way of being creative'. What could be more low-tech, than a pen, a scrap of paper and some imagination? If I can communicate the depths of my soul to a fellow pilgrim; touch a heart; help someone to see things from a fresh perspective, while glorifying Jesus Christ...well, then I will be satisfied. Grace to you, my kin.Love.)

The Best Poem Of Zach McClure

The Tire Swing

He gazed across
The wind swept meadow
To a lone tree
Standing there

Its jagged, silhouette
Surrendered ‘neath
A sky more firey embered
Than
his flaming hair
which crowned him then

but-
it was neither tree
nor sky
that stole his youthful eye.
It was
The tire swing
Whispering, promising,
“With-me,
you can fly! ”

The boy lept
Across the meadow
Like a deer panting
For water,
Till at last
He climbed aboard his dream.
His round, black, holed
Flying machine.

Then, holding tight,
And bending to and fro
With all his might
Began to drive
Began to glide against
The sinking sun
Till
It was night outside


Across the starry,
Littered sky
Beneath the moon’s
Soft lullaby
Ascending ever higher
Make believing
He’s a flyer,
He smiles,
As he tips a wing.
He is an aviator.
He is the sky king!
and
All because of one,
Old tire swing.

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