Life's Treasures

Life's Treasures

A Poem by Tate Morgan
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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

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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

Tate Morgan

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


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*********************************************************************** Life & Times **************
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.
*************************************************************************** Integrity ***************
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...

Posted 13 Years Ago


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beautiful

Posted 11 Years Ago


Tate... You have such a talent for calm reflection. You seem to press just enough to get the sweetest juice from life's grapes. The poem was fragrant and "leathery". You built in a mild peppery hint of shared adventures and paths diverging. The finish was smooth with not even a hint if bitterness in the throaty fullness.
Well done!

Posted 11 Years Ago


fantastic read as always :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


wow :-)

Posted 11 Years Ago


Nice remembrance...nice to go back to those long ago days...

Posted 11 Years Ago


As we age ...we tend to look back over our lives and take a good look at our failures and accomplishments..We also think of childhood friends and the fun things we did and also the not so nice things..None of us is perfect..Tate..I did not know you were into art as well as writing..I paint and like it more that writing..lol Kathie

Posted 11 Years Ago


Beautiful poem as always sir.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Evidences from the past mixed with our hope is our faith. Those past experiences good are bad adds something to our faith. It's those lessons that we learn as we trip through life that helps us add those things. which adds to our character one way are the other and makes us better......... Giving all diligence, add to your faith virtue; and to virtue knowledge; and to knowledge temperance; and to temperance patience; and to patience godliness; and to godliness brotherly kindness; and to brotherly kindness charity. 1Peter: 1 5 thru 7

Posted 11 Years Ago


Very well done. This is pensive, like memory, but also ends with something like content, also like memory.

Posted 11 Years Ago



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