Tate Morgan : Writing

What Love Is Meant To Be

What Love Is Meant To Be

A Poem by Tate Morgan


It had been six years to the day from that beautiful afternoon As there he knelt, hoping she felt as he had 'neath the harvest moon
Blue Skies and Green Fields

Blue Skies and Green Fields

A Poem by Tate Morgan


We soaked the torch in gasoline lit that baby and let it burn “Oh yeah” we said, “they'll soon be dead” as we each torched ..
Cafe Lament

Cafe Lament

A Poem by Tate Morgan


Some would like to make you believe that a blazing competition Is something you should all avoid as if the fires were perdition
Days That I Have Known

Days That I Have Known

A Poem by Tate Morgan


Oh please just let me be gracious and smile when the day draws near Then wish him well, as time will tell if I can overcome my fear
My Beloved Wife

My Beloved Wife

A Poem by Tate Morgan


So like am I a grain of sand I compare my lifes own worth To all who were my ancestors sharing roots of each others birth
The Master's Plan

The Master's Plan

A Poem by Tate Morgan


I am sure it will outlive me standing long after my own time Taking note of my grandchildren lending life both music and rhyme
My Dusty Soul

My Dusty Soul

A Poem by Tate Morgan


Their mother dreamed of better things for her little girls in this life She wanted more, than to be poor as an abusers little wife
The Blade

The Blade

A Poem by Tate Morgan


I know someday he'll cut himself as boys always seem to do Mixing his blood, with tears and mud to each owner it ever knew
Mother Natures Sons

Mother Natures Sons

A Poem by Tate Morgan


We never went on safari without carrying BB guns Which we toted, locked and loaded we were all mother nature’s sons.
They Don't Make Those Men Anymore

They Don't Make Those Men Anymore

A Poem by Tate Morgan


He treated me as if his own and for that I honor him too by eighty four, he had done more than any man I had ever knew