A Poem by Tate Morgan

Passing for gold in a little boy's heart, are the looks his father pays.


Beside patches of green grass meadow

golden wheat fields wave in the breeze

Beckoning out to all my fellows

come walk through me with ease


Upon just such a lazy day

I once casually sauntered by

Hearing the call of nature's beauty

thought that God had spoke just to I


With the sound of a lonesome whistle

down the river the steamers rolled

To this the backdrop behind the field

the childhood longing is all told


 Across the field dressed all in black

a boy and his team worked the ground

I stood to watch an hour or so

not moving or making a sound


A smile as wide as the river

shown across the boys bright face

Perhaps this was the very first time

he had taken his father's place


In him I could see a purpose

a reward for his tiny soul

I could tell by the way he worked

nothing would lure him of his goal


Long it is since I felt like that

as a boy just going on ten

Doing twice what was asked of me

to be noticed by him again


Passing for gold in a boy's heart

are all the looks his father pays

collecting what he can in life

to spend long into older days


In him I saw both rhyme and reason

as we all live and pass away

A boy working so hard to grow up

while we men all wish we could play


© 2021 Tate Morgan

Author's Note

Tate Morgan
Is there anything that mimics the flow of life better than the big river? The mighty Mississippi rolls on to the sea.

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I would like to see your poetry sprinkled about liberally in a documentary series about the history of our country. You have such an edge for nostalgic writing, it almost brings tears to my eyes every time I read something of yours. Your writing is a sophisticated Johnny Cash tune, the sweat off the back of a railroad worker, the glimmer in that young boys eyes when he knows he's done good. I just love it.

Posted 11 Years Ago

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2 Years Ago

Tate I have more respect for you than most people. You have been raising family and responsibility t.. read more
Tate Morgan

2 Years Ago

There’s hope for humanity for you and I and our children’s children May we leave them with
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Tate Morgan

2 Years Ago

A better place a kinder beginning a more humane existwmce temlered by selflessness. This world today.. read more


Thank you for a nostalgic read Tate. I have lived close to the river Thames all my life. I reflected on all the times and occasions and the various people who have been part of that river experience. Your poem is filled with fine sentiment, beautiful imagery and is always a treat to read. All good wishes Tate.


Posted 3 Months Ago

Tate Morgan

3 Months Ago

I’m glad you liked it
Tate Morgan,
A so true focus on the importance of the sensitivity of our children,(the focus being on a boy here.) It's true that a young one is so in need of affirmation. It never changes with kids I think. This poem a reminder to not forget what a look can do. Youngsters know when they are loved or not.

Posted 2 Years Ago

Tate Morgan

2 Years Ago

Thank you Kathy the boy in me understands
What a stunning poem. Nostalgic and hopeful, upbeat and heartfelt beautiful demonstrated a man and his song. Such admiration and pride.

Posted 2 Years Ago

Tate Morgan

2 Years Ago

Thank you Dawn men are only boys in a grown up
Body they never truly get over boyhood
It is a wonderful piece giving the essentials of boyhood...Love it...

Posted 2 Years Ago

Tate Morgan

2 Years Ago

Thank you it is always that way with boys and fathers
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Childhood has the special essence to it
and a true adult recalls moments
and cherishes every second for what it stood for back then ..... something about placing a part of you and building your character

as always
i love your work

Posted 4 Years Ago

Tate Morgan

4 Years Ago

Thank you so much we try so hard to grow up only to long for our youth
(Passing for gold in a boy's heart are all the looks his father pays collecting what he can in life to spend long into older days) I think perhaps we all remain that little child of youth always wanting our parents' approval. This beautiful piece brought back my own memories of wanting to please my loving parents. I adore the way you write my friend! ~Sharon

Posted 4 Years Ago

Tate Morgan

4 Years Ago

Sharon I must apologize I have somehow forgotten you wrote to this love you sorry I must have been d.. read more
great Tate.....................................

Posted 4 Years Ago

Tate Morgan

4 Years Ago

Hi doc so sorry I forgot to respond to this I must have been distracted
That's a beautiful poem Tate. You are a true American poet.

Posted 4 Years Ago

Tate Morgan

4 Years Ago

Thank you ll so sorry it took so long to respond
i always thought johnny cash would be a better fit to sing my words than me.
but Tate Morgan my friend you, you should write your words. man, that was gold!

Posted 4 Years Ago

Tate Morgan

4 Years Ago

Thank you have been writing for 10 years now and published 3 books so far. I am honored that you li.. read more
What a beautiful poem you have penned with bright hues and a deeper message that we are should be mindful of all.

Posted 6 Years Ago

Tate Morgan

6 Years Ago

Thank you I suppose we all know what it is to be a boy.Unlike most i never wanted to grow into a man.. read more

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Added on August 19, 2009
Last Updated on April 30, 2021
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Marion , OH

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