Oh wonderful, gifted, steady eye; <br />Upon my heart and soul you are my spy, <br />You take the pictures of GOD's own glory <br />He created the masterpiece; you photographed his story. <br />What beauty has been forgotten you help us recall <br />Like the beautiful orange leafed tree, in the fall, <br />Because of you, my spirt it will awaken <br />And all from the pictures that you have taken. <br />Man and artists like myself, no longer grieves <br />We still see a world of mountains, barns and leaves, <br />Unto modernization of a cities beauty I give a laugh <br />As in my heart and mind I hold onto natures photograph. <br />Soon our past and our heritage they will slowly melt away <br />But, you will keep its memory alive in a beautiful array, <br />You the one with the wonderful, and gifted eye <br />I thank you; with the tears of thanks that I cry. <br /> <br />Randy L. McClave<br /><br />Randy McClave<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-photographer-7/
