Hills of Home

Hills of Home

A Poem by Tate Morgan
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Bells of the town clock tower took too much from you and me Yet off to the rock and river they give of life for eternity

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Wind ran by to kiss your cheek

round your neck our gilded hopes hung

The hand of God flowed soft within

from when he was happy and young

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Forget the nights of wanton desire

give to me not love nor tears

Evenings filled with endless dreams

bring me safe from all life's fears

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Your beauty is so great to bear

my chest hardly held its ache

For beauty more than bitter tears

will make the soft heart break

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Bells of the town clock tower

took too much from you and me

Yet off to the rock and river

they gave of life for eternity

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How often did we pass each other

o'er the long years as others do

Ne'er  once daring to ride the fire

to heavens door we never knew






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Author's Note

Tate Morgan
This is my first attempt at something a bit abstract. So please bear with me as I learn.
In our great attempt at manifest destiny we have left so many families broken apart, estranged, lost to the winds of time. Even now we let our cities die as we build ever outward to the horizons. We are in such a hurry to make our mark on this world we forget the most important thing, home. Is any man strong enough that he never need to lean on the foundation that bore him to adulthood? As in the times of the ancient mariner we all hear the call of sirens that gesture us to sail home. Continuity of purpose flows from the wellspring of our lives. In the end we all find we are drawn inexorably home, to the hearth from around which we told our tales of long ago and spun our yarns of a life well lived. The well spent life will always beckon from the winds of change a call for home.

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home is many things. The hearth, heart.... it's an age old concept, not always evident in modern times. But visible or not, it's the same, "never risking once to ask the way..." What should be instinctual from cradle now is disintegrated into many disconnected parts, waiting for each one to find it and fashion it anew.... difficult task. Ah, continuity of purpose... intentions, home isn't made of serendipity... the hearth fire isn't the glow of a flat screen.... the dry, warm, quiet inner security isn't provided by gated community security....
Heaven's door, the eternal home.

Posted 6 Years Ago


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This is so beautifully written that I had to read is several times - with each read I appreciated it even more. Heart warming, touching...indeed a priceless piece of art.

Posted 6 Years Ago


This is simply wonderous. This is something I needed to read, at this moment in time. You are right, home is where are heart is.
Your first attempt at this abstract piece, is brilliantly beautiful.
Thank you for sharing.

Posted 6 Years Ago


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a perfectly constructed poem..home is the heart of our existence..even when we chance the world we know that we can run back to the safety of our personal santuary.

Posted 6 Years Ago


A poem that is the essence of home and heart. Love the picture too.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Tate, you blew my mind and heart away with this one..I love the third grouping the best but love it all..I am saving this one in favorites so I can read it now and then and shed a few lost tears from long ago..love and God bless you and yours..Kathie

Posted 6 Years Ago


Tate, I do believe you can write anything you set your mind to! This was stunning, the words held expression of time past, and wishes that you could relive some, and some maybe not! Beautifully done!

Posted 6 Years Ago


Like always, I love your writings.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Very nice. Without the picture or your explanation I would have thought this to be about a certain person but its more poignant and beautiful for being about a train.

Your beauty is so great to bear
my chest hardly held its ache
For beauty more than bitter tears
will make the soft heart break

..is the stanza for me. We soften with years and this certainly seems to be more and more the case. The images you portray along with the nostalgia in your words make this a very moving piece.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Lovely job Tate. I love the final stanza. And the abstract suits you!

Posted 6 Years Ago


It's very beautiful. The words makes the reader think of past memories of family, times spent together, where we played when younger, dreams that were made. Really brings tears to the eyes, because you miss them days, wish you could go back in time.

Posted 6 Years Ago



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