Childhood Nights

Childhood Nights

A Poem by Tate Morgan

How sweet our former lives.


me Tony Kernie

Me on the left Tony in the middle and Kerny on the right




In dreams of my sweet former life

 with the wonders childhood poses

I find those friends I left behind

still so young and fresh like roses

I wonder if to them I'm old

when they think upon occasion

Do they wonder as, I do

of that inner child's persuasion

To me they are the cherished ones

memories of lost summer nights

When we played hide and seek till dark

enriched by all life's smells and sights

In dreams they live on as before

echoes of games we use to play

I start each night as they ended

with the dreams from yesterday



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© 2020 Tate Morgan

Author's Note

Tate Morgan
The days of childhood haunt us .Yet they fill our dreams and buoy of thoughts hopes and dreams with the possibilities of life .

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Such a wonderfully lovely trip down memory lane; I feel wistful and light. When I read your work it is always easy (If you will pardon the pun) like Sunday morning. The picture is so evocative and well the perfect topping is the Van Morrison. Such a delight!

Posted 8 Years Ago

Beautifull piece. Lovely to read and remember our childhood. Great piece here!

Posted 8 Years Ago

Tate, this is really a sweet poem and I agree kids can stay inside with electronic games and not be outside enjoying tag, bikes, softball, and all other play things beats me..I never wanted to be stuck inside..Nice write I loved it..Katihe

Posted 8 Years Ago

Childhood dreams are the memories that should give our heart a smile now and again. Sadly this is not for all, but it should be.
Well written.

Posted 8 Years Ago

This is why I shy away from "Re" unions, why would I want to "erase" all those cute faces.

Posted 8 Years Ago

I walk around everyday wondering why I ever had to grow up. I was so much more useful as a child, with innocent notions of love, friendships, religion, etc. Getting old is a curse I've inherited without want. But, like this poem reminds me, there is a quiet time in twilight hours where we hear "echoes of games we use to play." The line "I wonder if to them I'm old..." is very interesting and conjures images of an older me meeting the younger me surrounded by all "those friends I left behind..." and being too old to play, too old to chase the girls, too old to share in whispered secrets. I really like this poem. The second stanza was a little hard to understand, but nonetheless, a very good piece. Thank you for sending me a read request.

Posted 8 Years Ago

There's so much childishness in adult life than I would have expected, and that's not a bad thing. That's what this poem makes me think of, and why I thank you for writing it.

Posted 8 Years Ago

Indeed, I often dream of the past, my childhood and of the friends I have lost track of. Very nicely done here Tate. You awaken those thoughts inside of me.

Posted 8 Years Ago

Yesterdays dreams and remembrances of youth. You composed a lovely poem representing such memories. I so agree, memories of childhood conjure multilple images of what was, what now is, and what could have been. We are who we are today due to our youthful days. I really enjoyed this Tate. It reminds me that even throughout the storms of life there they were also peppered with joys.

Posted 8 Years Ago

This is great Tate! I have some of those same memories, how sweet they are.

Posted 8 Years Ago

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Added on August 12, 2009
Last Updated on June 28, 2020
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