Tate Morgan : Writing

Over the Rainbow

Over the Rainbow

A Poem by Tate Morgan


There memories go to bloom again in the warm spring rains of the sky He’ll see her beauty stand before him not the passage of time go by
Shackleton

Shackleton

A Poem by Tate Morgan


Article London Times : Men wanted for hazardous journey. Small wages. Bitter cold. Long months of complete darkness. Constant danger. Safe return doub..
Days Gone By

Days Gone By

A Poem by Tate Morgan


At the time I was most a man I wished I were still a boy
Knowledge

Knowledge

A Poem by Tate Morgan


Don't fear the ones with their own ways For they may know what we do not
Winter Streets

Winter Streets

A Poem by Tate Morgan


My house shakes from the wind tonight; the Nor-Easter sweeps to and fro.
Darkness

Darkness

A Poem by Tate Morgan


No one controls the hearts desire. Nor whether it be happy or sad.
Foolish Pride

Foolish Pride

A Poem by Tate Morgan


What frail creatures we men are; made from sinew, muscle and pride.
Smiles

Smiles

A Poem by Tate Morgan


Their smiles define mans beauty; More than life could ever say.
Not Forgotten

Not Forgotten

A Poem by Tate Morgan


I remember the dark door where we hid from all the rain A dry respite from the storm safe in arms I'd felt no pain
The Roots Of Love

The Roots Of Love

A Poem by Tate Morgan


I am the roots, You are the tree.