A Young Mans Dreams

Me back when I was a horseman. Circa early 90s

I hardly remembered my dad

from the time when I was a boy

When he left we were all bereft

there alone to fend for our joy

 

So with a pocket full of dreams

I traced the river as it flowed

More like a stray finding his way

I departed the winding road

 

I went out to try my fortune

and find the father I had lost

How I would grow I didn't know

investing my youth was the cost

 

He was a man of single mind

who would rule with an iron fist

Much was my fear when he was near

that I would make it to his list

 

Racing is a beautiful sport

as a horse is a handsome steed

I paid my way every day

to learn the things that I would need

 

After many years we parted

as I developed my own ways

Never dull my life is grateful

to have had those wonder filled days

 

Tate

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Reviews

[David Scott]

The story is as interesting as the poetry is mornful. An amalgam of nostalgia mixed with regrets. Any man or woman can relate to that backwards glance. Enjoyed the piece!

[Che Davis]

A great read Tate. Your work never leaves me empty. However, I must admit I truly enjoyed your comment after the poem the most.

Keep holding and manifesting your dream....for your dream fills us all.

[Ice QueenJen]

This was an interesting poem/ story about your life Tate, you should really write a book. great writing too.

[Tomi]

I Adore this! Words of inspiration, words of pain and triumph: all together an excellent poem

[Katie Lynn]

This poem is so beautiful, I really connect with every poem that mentions horses. Especially when you talk about racing them. I know the feelings all too well. Everything you write is a work of art, keep writing!

[Marie]

Racing sounds like a wonderful sport and adventure...you relate it so well...

I think I remember the song by Peter Paul and Mary...

[Baby Ricochet]

WOW! Awesome poem and Authors note

[Mic]

Ah, remember tugging against those reins myself. Too young to fear anything, but already too old to care. Have a son struggling against his now.

Well done!

[John Phoenix Hutchinson..]

Ah I found the pause button so I can read in peace lol. I get the same feeling from a riding a horse but I get a greater one climbing a mountain they are my spiritual adventure.

This poem has inspired me its a great expression of your earlier adventures and the road it set you out on. It is going in my favs :)

[John Phoenix Hutchinson..]

I was enjoying the poem and then the vocals of that song kicked in half way and ruined it for me.