Hitching a ride today, hitching a ride
the crowded bus, I
cannot face today,
so from school to home I hide,
home is an unknown place,
but something knows the way.
They only stop when its raining, Lord
and sun shone in my face today,
so I walked all the way home
where at happiness I play.
Hitching a ride in a white dress
where I appear as a sea gull
roaming the desert.
Cars fly by, eyes that flirt
but do not think I am in distress.
I am left with miles to ponder and mull.
They only stop when its raining, Lord
and sun shone in my face today,
so I walked all the way home
where at happiness I play.
I live in a large red brick house
in the middle of an ancient
battle ground, now quiet as a park.
There we are like hunter and grouse,
a chorus of wailing hounds
and my guitar is naught but a hint,
in the night of my lost soul, a spark.
Early Works is an exhaustive compilation of the first decade of the poems and stories of Z.B.McClure. Included are family photos, rare personal photos, photos of 1st draft manuscripts of many of his early poems. Also some biography and memoir materia
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The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
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