A Poem by Tate Morgan

Their smiles define mans beauty; More than life could ever say.


Read of a simple man's work

one of meter and of rhyme

Whose tired footsteps echo

down the corridors of time


A torrid tale of longing

left by walks in thought and pain

Written for your reverence

not for authors only gain


For I'm a humble poet

of no specialty nor skill

Who sees the distant longing

of the child upon the hill


With days of constant labor

and long nights devoid of ease

I've seen the tops of mountains

Where the gods play as they please


Through haze and smoke deliver

my pen light upon the page

Records the music playing

from every day and age


To watch the gentle snowflake

alight soft on a child’s tongue

Releasing awe and wonder

of innocence in the young


While we the aged wonder

of moments no one could tell

Given no more to dreaming

our thoughts of where we last fell


For time is but an echo

of our loves felt, known and lost

Memories of our lives past

which were paid at such a cost


Let fly your soul immortal

stop to watch your children play

Their smiles define man's beauty

more than life could ever say



© 2020 Tate Morgan

Author's Note

Tate Morgan
When we dream is it not the playful longings of the child upon the hill? Do those dreams not define our life's search and desires?

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Oh God Mr Tate..i was so honored to review this masterpiece..
I would not expect nothing less from know as i read it
I was like on a stage and you asked me to read it out loud
how exquisitely lovely it will come..i swear ..i felt it like a sypmphony
each group of words sounded like they were so high in pitch and then it got low
how you dessicate life and time ,how you humble yourself..God you were made for poetry
those tired footsteps down the lane of time telling tales of pain and ache and tired bones
its a constant labor and long and lonely nights still i stood on top of mountains where God used to play
my words though so hazed they would light a hundred miles from here to eternity and yet more
time only told how love was felt and lost ,lives lived and passed and just at what cost
what loveliness..great symphony from beginning to end..true master poet you are my friend
lovely write..

Posted 11 Years Ago

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loved the rythm in this poem..the picture and the images you captured..Thankyou.

Posted 9 Years Ago

I enjoyed every lines of it. So pleasant to read. Excellent work. Thanks for sharing. :)

Posted 9 Years Ago

I just plain and simple "Love this", thank you for sharing. The music is a pleasure to listen to. I even signed up for it. Aloha, Ginger

Posted 9 Years Ago

i'm blue collar like my father but this recaptured the feelings of finishing a hard work day and pondering afterwards. looking at my worn out hands then look at the children. i get a wonderful sensation. thank you

Posted 10 Years Ago

I believe the finest poets have a bit of that childhood wonder forever in their hearts. And you have kept a fair amount of that wonder in your heart, it shows in your work. you have written a beautiful work full of peace, love and wonder. Your poem makes me happy and introspective, checking for the child in me.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Posted 10 Years Ago

again another great poem and i love the songs as well always fits with whatever poem you have 100/100

Posted 10 Years Ago

what an amazing beautiful poem.

Posted 10 Years Ago

wow .. it is by far the best work i've read all morning.
powerful imagery, i felt so many different emotions, nostalgia being a big one.
we are all children running up that hill.

Posted 10 Years Ago

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Added on November 22, 2009
Last Updated on October 22, 2020
Tags: poetry, Life, Sad, adventure, mystery, pain, poem, romance, story, death, fantasy, fiction, heart, love
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Tate Morgan

Marion , OH

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