Set to Roam

Set to Roam

A Poem by Tate 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

"
great grandpa Ben
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

 






© 2019 Tate Morgan


Author's Note

Tate Morgan
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?

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...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.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Ah how I've missed reading you!
Love this one Tate. The line "Theirs is the curse of Gypsy Blood" stood out to me - brilliant way of portraying the theme of the piece.

There is something, and I'm not sure exactly what it is either, that sets off a desire to see the world and just go with it - see what happens, where you'll end up... maybe it is just a part of human nature...

Great poem - beautifully written. I really enjoyed reading it.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Wow! This one hit home Tate I’ve ask Myself this same old question because all my life I’ve wonder around and now it’s time to settle down but not just yet. I think I got one more round to go.
Excellent write.


Posted 12 Years Ago


Ha, I really like this! So true, vivid, and your style. Nice smooth flow. Another good work to add to your list.

Posted 12 Years Ago


I understand completely I have had a wandering spirit as well, though life gets in the way sometimes, it's in the blood and traveling is in my future as well, the search for adventure and new experiences to write about keep me going.

Posted 12 Years Ago


the restless spirit that never wants to be tied down .. i could relate to to them .. as always a write that touches the inner core of our being .. beautiful sir !

Posted 12 Years Ago


I love it! There are some people in this world(mostly men) that never do find a place to call home,or even love for that matter...they set out roaming world in pursuit of these very things that they long for and in a constant Search they find themselves in new situations and places constantly due to their restlessness,as if they are doomed to live in solitaire...nice write

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Tate Morgan
Tate Morgan

Marion , OH



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