Old Oak

Old Oak

A Poem by Tate Morgan
"

Hard the road that trekked our life.

"

 

 

1500 yr old Oak


The sun sinks low in the sky

while the moon slowly rises

Dreams this way linger long

for tomorrow-in all its guises

 

I look back longing my days

just to find where I fell last

How can we see the future

who don't remember our past

 

Hard the road we trekked in life

living well as some had done

Youth hides the tears in shadow

paths shown by the ageless sun

 

I once held life's greatest joy

futures road lie before me

All that was or ever been

blessed as the tall Oak tree

 

Hope, my shoulder to the wind

muscles gleamed in the noon sun

Strong was my back that carried

the hopes that you were the one

 

Tate







© 2014 Tate Morgan


Author's Note

Tate Morgan
For she who crossed roads with me then diverged in the woods.

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I felt you looking towards the future..reflecting on the past...reminiscing in the moment. I liked the title and the picture too...so telling. The Old Oak is said to be wise....it's limbs providing an umbrella to life's storms...the bark over time sluffs away like our own skin....yet it grows new bark...like a rebirth of sorts. The shade it provides is always so forgiving from the harsh glare of the sun. If only we could carry that old oak tree around with us every where we went. Maybe then we wouldn't feel so vulnerable.

I once held life's greatest joy

futures road lie before me

All that was or ever been

blessed as the tall Oak tree


A tree that lives to be old..like us mortals is truly blessed.
"Age is a reward...not a right."

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Tate Morgan

6 Years Ago

Beth you are deep thinker. This was written to an old girlfriend. The thought was to thank her for t.. read more
Muse

6 Years Ago

beautifull shared
Tate Morgan

6 Years Ago

thank you



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Those divergent paths are hard to see and harder to move beyond. But, our choices carry us on, hopefully to a better path and a brighter future. I do sometime wonder how those from my past fared, though I never feel I lost anything in my own journey. Everything from my past made my now; for that reason, the past is precious, but still past.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

4 Years Ago

Hi dear thank you for reading this one i wrote it a few years ago about a girl i was dating
MomzillaNC

4 Years Ago

You're welcome.
We all come to the cross roads of life, and which way we go will determine our path in life... it may be scary, it may be heartbreaking, it may be blissful...
There's only one way to find out...forge on and follow the path of tomorrow...I don't want to sound cliché, but "time does heal"...

Well penned, Tator Tot... heartfelt...~xoxo~

Posted 6 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

6 Years Ago

Hi robbie dear i am glad you liked this I wrote it after I lost a girlfriend a few years ago
Robbie~xoxo~

6 Years Ago

I read your author's note... very sad...:(
You always touch my heart, Tater tot... xxxx
I felt you looking towards the future..reflecting on the past...reminiscing in the moment. I liked the title and the picture too...so telling. The Old Oak is said to be wise....it's limbs providing an umbrella to life's storms...the bark over time sluffs away like our own skin....yet it grows new bark...like a rebirth of sorts. The shade it provides is always so forgiving from the harsh glare of the sun. If only we could carry that old oak tree around with us every where we went. Maybe then we wouldn't feel so vulnerable.

I once held life's greatest joy

futures road lie before me

All that was or ever been

blessed as the tall Oak tree


A tree that lives to be old..like us mortals is truly blessed.
"Age is a reward...not a right."

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Tate Morgan

6 Years Ago

Beth you are deep thinker. This was written to an old girlfriend. The thought was to thank her for t.. read more
Muse

6 Years Ago

beautifull shared
Tate Morgan

6 Years Ago

thank you
so well written as always

Posted 6 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

6 Years Ago

thank you
I have asked myself these kinds of questions over and over, Tate. One small change and the whole path could have been different. As always, beautiful!

Posted 6 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

6 Years Ago

I thank you very much . Angi
I watch the cigarette smoke trail off into an after-rain sky and the Cicadas squeeze their way through your words as I careen them through the gentle turns of my mind. Missed reading you bud. Good poem here.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

6 Years Ago

Hi thank you for stopping by.As always its a pleasure to hear from you
Always interesting when our purpose is fulfilled and our paths diverge in life. What if? What might have been? But those are just momentary thoughts in the what is now.. Perhaps had we taken the same route it might have been an easier path. But, would it have borne the same fruit that enriches our lives now?
Something to ponder, I guess.

This is a beautiful write, Tate. Thank you for sharing it. :)

Posted 6 Years Ago


A very nice and inspiring write..I too have friends who took the wrong turn at lifes corners and are either dead or so warped in their minds from drugs etc..Life is only what we ourselves make it..Kathie

Posted 7 Years Ago


We take different roads, then look back and wonder...was it the right one? Did I take a wrong turn here? Should I have climbed that hill instead of going around?
And the old oak stands as a symbol of what doesn't change. Perhaps we all have oaks to remember.

I love the music and the pictures.

Posted 7 Years Ago



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