Life's Treasures

Can anyone know what will come when the wind blows us cold and gale Or what direction it be from when finally we set our sail

The old songs loved from long ago

come to me from my long gone past

On winds they caress me tonight

whispering from dreams I had last

 

The old days trooped by in glory

paraded across my life's field

Displayed in panoramic view

how many dreams they have revealed

 

Faces long gone look out from mist

to this once wandered man to be

Speaking from my past adventures

beloved friends long a part of me

 

Oh how they flood through my mind

to speak of days that've gone by

Forcing me to look to the one

that came from acts I can't deny

 

We are not each one right nor wrong

we are the result of our times

Held to account for all the good

as well as for all our crimes

 

Mystic chords of my memory

look back on the road I traversed

Remembering moments I loved

as well as those I have cursed

 

While each loved soul has given time

to pursuit of living pleasures

Only by reflecting on life

do I recognize its treasures

copyright 1/10/2010

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Author's Note

Can anyone know what will come
when the wind blows us cold and gale
Or what direction it be from
when finally we set our sail

Reviews

[Rory CJ Frankson]

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For me, this work brought to mind and held shades of classicism, an influence, such as: F. Scott Fitzgerald, writing in a life as 'Victor Laszlo'
in the setting of the ambience of Cassablanca. As the picture here evokes such a character image, or possibley The African Queen the film with Humphrey Bogart... a portrayal, of such a character. These imagined and invoked, yet knowing. It is as original, as Tate Morgan and his life & times.
A life story, no not novelized or told of in other. Than Life's Tree.
As it is lived, through a Poets Eyes.
Immortalized, in scripted...
Excellance.
This piece reflects the depths of a painters image, on a canvas of words.
As it plays like a movie, through the readers mind. Enough said.
A Classical Portrayal, of A Man.
Striving...
For that perfect edge.
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Write On / Oh Champions of the Poets Pen.
Romon in Review, finding. Perfection...
In a Friend. Congradulations on the revealing of Life's Tree... Tate. Ro...

[Luna]

I really like this, the way it speaks and flows. Great work.

[Sonya]

This makes me think back to days of innocence. Very thought provoking work. Bravo!

[James K. Blaylock]

Bravo! To be able to look back and see where we once were and to surely see the growth made since is indeed wonderful. The search for betterment is always sought. Be blessed

jkb

[GBU POETRY ONLY]

BRAVO... 100%.. I ESPECIALLY LOVE THE 2ND, 3RD,5TH,VERSES... AND THE ENDING VERSE IS SUPERB... THANX FOR THE REMINDER TO TREASURE LIFE TO IT'S FULLEST..
HEAR, HEAR, HERE, HERE TO "LIFE'S TREASURES", TATE
GBU

[MoonlitAngel]

Wow. This was truly amazing. I love it! Another great piece of work.

--Blood

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing poem. To look back and remember the good people in a life teaches us to be kind and willing to do the same kindness in return to our family and friends. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[cest la vie]

What a great poem Tate.. smooth read, beautiful, introspective lines..
another beautiful piece from your wonderful pen:-)

[Tracie Skarbo]

amazing and beautiful Tate! Well done! The picture is perfect

[LisetteCanWrite!]

The feel of life whizzing by.. faces coming and going.. a journey that is full of much good and bad in this world.. self-reflection.. with the song playing gives me the feeling of sad reminicsing.. with some regrets and still searching for peace. Happiness just out of reach?

Dreams and happiness sitting just right there in front of you .. but not to be fully grasped or attained.. but realizing that the vision of life itself it the TRUE treasure.. and one that can not be measured. This is what I took from both the words and essense of your song.. What becomes of the Broken Hearted.. your writing's full of emotion, great rhythm and rhyme.. very moving and profound!

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

Nice poem here. Its cool to see the wisdom of a person who has
learned from life's experiences.