The Wind

The Wind

A Poem by Tate Morgan
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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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When I was young through beauties gaze

winds blew by me as if to sing

Their songs of love to me were praise

that lifted me upon their wing

 

Rich did the spoils of time unroll

an empire's trophies I would raise

And write my name across life's scroll

to earn the laurels of friend's praise

 

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

 

But now those days are tempered dear

time's winds no longer sing for me

For now the quiet hush I hear

makes life's truth so easy to see

 






© 2017 Tate Morgan



Author's Note

Tate Morgan
Time has a way of answering our questions if we listen.

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I don't really understand what God's plan is in this regard, that our abilites and even our destinies seem to remain hidden from us in large measure (if not totally) until we are old, and, looking back, mutter, "Oh, yeah, there's where I shoulda..." I hear in this verse a certain degree of that wistfulness, that regret, and as might be apparent, I can identify with those sentiments completely. May I add here that your ability to render deep and complex thoughts in perfectly crafted rhyme and meter is such a rare ability here, and I commend you highly; it is what, in my not-at-all-humble opinion, changes a mere philosophical ramble into a poem.

Posted 7 Years Ago


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Oh Tate what wonderful things years of life bring to us! I really enjoyed this poem of yours, I think this is my favorite yet of all your works I have read. Beautifully executed!

Posted 4 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

4 Years Ago

I wondered if you would like this one It is the way things are for me now lol Thanks
TrimarcoRansome

4 Years Ago

This poem was very well written, Tate. You are welcome!
So well penned my friend. Very well thought out and phrased.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

4 Years Ago

Doug thank you So sorry this took so long I have been out of town for a few days
How true..as we age live slows and the call of the wild settles us into a meloncoly way of living..You are becoming one of the best writers on site,,Next to David Lewis Paget that is..ha-ha..love to all..Katihe

Posted 5 Years Ago


This has to be one of my favorites of yours, Tate. Getting older can reveal so much to us, some dreams die yet others are born. Life changes us sometimes without our even noticing. Loved this.

Posted 5 Years Ago


The wind blows her here and there...and time does not stand still for us...and our hopes may come true, but in a different way than we expected...

Posted 5 Years Ago


Yes time does have a way of answering our questions. I was just thinking yesterday that if I would hush and listen more, my life would be a lot easier. XX

Posted 5 Years Ago


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


...........yes Morgan, the ship without engine we can not direct to sail in the particular direction, it is grace of wind opportunity to travel in the sea. Like this the aimless life of human being.
Great write and it gives various thinking to me. with regards.

Posted 5 Years Ago


You never cease to amaze... This reflective poem is deep yet as clear as they come. Thank you.

Posted 5 Years Ago


love the picture, love the wind and the sea. Found this beautifully sad. Thanks.

Posted 5 Years Ago



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