Zach McClure Biography

He gazed across
The wind swept meadow
To a lone tree
Standing there
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Today, glimpsed I, a curious sight
A mound of snow, no longer white.
It basked alone, upon brown grass
It seemed to say, This too shall pass
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As I gazed out the window this
Sweet morning and surveyed the view
I saw that change was in the air;
Like some celestrial store clerk,
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Norwood asleep beneath
A crisp, crunchy blanket of snow.
Stillness.
Dim street lights bathe
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She’s all of three
And whirling ‘round
In circles.
Her tiny hand clasping
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