Set to Roam

Great Grandpa Ben Morgan.

There are some men, who can't sit still

wandering souls who don't fit in

You'll find they trek the globe at will

breaking the hearts of next of kin

 

They range the field to ford each flood

wander mountains and sail the seas

Theirs is the curse of Gypsy Blood

so averse to a life of ease

 

Many I knew were brave and true

as their deeds and manners attest

Don't let them get attached to you

as they never know how to rest

 

They find no solace in the old

forever searching for the new

Theirs is a life both tough and bold

although of friends they share but few

 

They blindly search the noon day sun

for a future that's now their past

Then think of all they could have done

when forced to face the truth at last

 

There was a time when this was me

desire of rest yet never done

A drifting soul upon life's sea

of adventures I loved each one

 

We knew no peace, nor settled mind

having nowhere that we called home

Never to know what we might find

each of our soul's was set to roam

 

Author's Note

I don't know what it is, sets a mans soul afire. But I was one of those souls who wandered the world searching for adventure. I still roam the lower 48 as if they were my own back yard. Will my poor restless heart ever find peace?

Reviews

[Penlady]

...and in heart, I think, still are. As I said wandering souls are fortunate to have an anchor of love holding from some place or heart that allows the soul to dip and dart and then come home again. We are all special in this life and I truly believe the needs of some are met by others created for the occasion. Your talent creates delicious vignettes for the reader to dine upon and your food for thought is strictly gourmet and rich in everything.
This poem and the wonderful flashes of your life through the black and white photos, made me cry. I feel as though I'm watching a fulfillment transpire and feel so full of gratitude for the experience. You and yours are such beautiful people, both physically and soulwise. I received my TATE books from Amazon today and can hardly wait to begin reading.
Set To Roam seems the culmination of one period in your life and just the beginning of so much more. Hold on I think its going to be even better.

[Jadey]

Man's nature - is well pronounced but I think woman have this kind of dilemma at one point of life. Very nice.

[Ramya]

This is wonderful, excellent choice of words n i can totally relate to it.
Still I believe roaming is such fun....don't ever stop it, don't ever regret it:)

[Mark]

Nothing wrong with being a gypsy. I get restless staying in one place too long. Running the interstates is home. :)

[Jeremy Baker]

Sometimes the seeking is more of a blessing than the finding ... great write!

[quinfinn]

very cleverly expressed, Tate. although confess i must, i no longer feel the wanderlust as i did in my youth. i would be perfectly content to settle in with the right woman, making her my whole universe. great write!

[Sarah Redigan]

defiantly set to roam Tate

[Amila Jay]

This is a lovely piece of writing!!! Intriguing indeed:)

[JB Murray]

theirs is the curse of gypsy blood... what more can be said about this one. Can I relate to this? haha... you better believe it. This is a great piece Tate... and it ties together very nicely at the end with our soul's are set to roam. Bravo!

[S Sanders]

I love the way you tie everything together to create such a vivid image--poetry, pictures, and music. Sorry I am so late on the read request. I was INSANELY tied up in Nanowrimo last month. I won and completed the challenge two days ahead.
Anyway, my favorite stanza in this poem, Set To Roam, is stanza five: they blindly search the noon day sun for a future that is now their past/then think of all they could have done when forced to face the truth at last. Beautiful poetry, as always.