Life's Treasures

Life's Treasures

A Poem by Tate Morgan

Can anyone know what will come when the wind blows us cold and gale Or what direction it be from when finally we set our sail


The old songs loved from long ago

come to me from my long gone past

On winds they caress me tonight

whispering from dreams I had last


The old days trooped by in glory

paraded across my life's field

Displayed in panoramic view

how many dreams they have revealed


Faces long gone look out from mist

to this once wandered man to be

Speaking from my past adventures

beloved friends long a part of me


Oh how they flood through my mind

to speak of days that've gone by

Forcing me to look to the one

that came from acts I can't deny


We are not each one right nor wrong

we are the result of our times

Held to account for all the good

as well as for all our crimes


Mystic chords of my memory

look back on the road I traversed

Remembering moments I loved

as well as those I have cursed


While each loved soul has given time

to pursuit of living pleasures

Only by reflecting on life

do I recognize its treasures

copyright 1/10/2010


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© 2017 Tate Morgan

Author's Note

Tate Morgan

Can anyone know what will come
when the wind blows us cold and gale
Or what direction it be from
when finally we set our sail

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*********************************************************************** Life & Times **************
For me, this work brought to mind and held shades of classicism, an influence, such as: F. Scott Fitzgerald, writing in a life as 'Victor Laszlo'
in the setting of the ambience of Cassablanca. As the picture here evokes such a character image, or possibley The African Queen the film with Humphrey Bogart... a portrayal, of such a character. These imagined and invoked, yet knowing. It is as original, as Tate Morgan and his life & times.
A life story, no not novelized or told of in other. Than Life's Tree.
As it is lived, through a Poets Eyes.
Immortalized, in scripted...
This piece reflects the depths of a painters image, on a canvas of words.
As it plays like a movie, through the readers mind. Enough said.
A Classical Portrayal, of A Man.
For that perfect edge.
*************************************************************************** Integrity ***************
Write On / Oh Champions of the Poets Pen.
Romon in Review, finding. Perfection...
In a Friend. Congradulations on the revealing of Life's Tree... Tate. Ro...

Posted 7 Years Ago

2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


Tate... You have such a talent for calm reflection. You seem to press just enough to get the sweetest juice from life's grapes. The poem was fragrant and "leathery". You built in a mild peppery hint of shared adventures and paths diverging. The finish was smooth with not even a hint if bitterness in the throaty fullness.
Well done!

Posted 5 Years Ago

fantastic read as always :)

Posted 5 Years Ago

wow :-)

Posted 5 Years Ago

Nice remembrance...nice to go back to those long ago days...

Posted 5 Years Ago

As we age ...we tend to look back over our lives and take a good look at our failures and accomplishments..We also think of childhood friends and the fun things we did and also the not so nice things..None of us is perfect..Tate..I did not know you were into art as well as writing..I paint and like it more that Kathie

Posted 5 Years Ago

Beautiful poem as always sir.

Posted 5 Years Ago

Evidences from the past mixed with our hope is our faith. Those past experiences good are bad adds something to our faith. It's those lessons that we learn as we trip through life that helps us add those things. which adds to our character one way are the other and makes us better......... Giving all diligence, add to your faith virtue; and to virtue knowledge; and to knowledge temperance; and to temperance patience; and to patience godliness; and to godliness brotherly kindness; and to brotherly kindness charity. 1Peter: 1 5 thru 7

Posted 5 Years Ago

Very well done. This is pensive, like memory, but also ends with something like content, also like memory.

Posted 5 Years Ago

sometimes i find myself talking out loud when reflecting on my lesser deeds, in anguish i suppose...and i suppose that i often beam with pride or heartfelt emotion when reflecting on those better all comes down to moments, doesn't it? i think what makes us mature is the "moment" when we finally realize that moments are all we truly own in life. i love your take on this, Tate, well done!

Posted 5 Years Ago

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Added on January 30, 2010
Last Updated on October 5, 2017
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