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

[ALIEAH ROSE...]

ANOTHER BEAUTIFUL PIECE...

[Tate Morgan]

thank you

[Bhavya Kaushik]

You really have lived a great life. Your work reflects that, as it is always full of life. Very well penned!

[LadyNaida]

You know my dad raised my borthers and me along side my mom, and he too had an iron fist. he was very over protective, especially of me because I am his only daughter. But, I am thankfult to God that he reaised us in that matter because it has made us better people and even greater parents to our children.

[Shelly Braen]

You have great courage, Tate Morgan. Simply astounding the life you have led. Be proud for taking your own road, after walking in the road of another's dream. Standing tall to be your own, is nearly an impossible thing, yet here you are, Tate. Here you are.

[Norma M Sutton]

This is nice Tate. I grew up with gaited horses. Doesn't matter the breed they are all addictive . . . worse then drugs IMO. Today I'm horseless, but if the chance ever arises . . .

[SandyDawn]

I love this! it really give me a picture of a man walking along side a stream on horse back or leading a horse beside him another great job!

[Barry S. Maltese]

Even though the transition from searching for you Dad, to racing being a beautiful sport, was tough to pick up (for me, that is) I really enjoyed the poem, and the description of the path of life you had taken. The adventure that your search had finally brought to you. Nicely written, my friend.

[Sunflower/Sara Kendrick]

I especially like the second stanza..Yes, there are crossroads in our lives and what we do at those crossroads determine who we become..Enjoyed your work..Thanks for stopping by and commenting on my work,.Sunflower

[Rikkevi Rue]

the poem is good but the authors note is the poetry of life, where the lines don't all rhyme and the metaphors may not totally fit, but the sheer driving power and necessity to survive lifts ones spirit up like a soaring-bird on the wind. Your writing is captivating and your story is intriguing Tate. Why don't you tell it, you should write a book. At least a chapter or two is outlined above and the house fire is worthy of a chapter...

As for the poem I like the second stanza best. The poem makes me eager to hear more about the life of a racer. Can you write a poem that conveys the thrill of the race and handling a racehorse? Selfish of me to ask, but then your poetry has turned me into a greedy child wanting more ice cream -LOL :-)