Childhood Dreams

Childhood Dreams

A Poem by Tate Morgan
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If faith can move a mountain, then it can save a soul.

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 My granddaughter Payton. I bought her a new bear. She quickly took the green sweater off of it, put it on the old bear and cast the new one in the corner.lol She has my heart and well knows it. It's such a helpless feeling to be in her clutches.



If our faith can move a mountain

 then it should save a soul

To have untapped faith in oneself

is life's great gift and goal

 

Within all children lay a dream

to be more than their parts

To open gifts within themselves

warming their tiny hearts

 

Ask a small child this question

"what do you want to be"

Always it's seems there's something grand

through their minds eye they see

 

So where do all the lost come from

 who find their dreams have died

Then see their hopes all washed away

as if cast on the tide

 

No one can say with assurance

what happened to those souls

How all their dreams in life were lost

or for whom the bell tolls

 

If asked of me I would just say

truth is hard to admit

The mind is not a vessel filled

but a fire to be lit

 









© 2018 Tate Morgan


Author's Note

Tate Morgan
Who can say with any assurance that they know where their life will take them?
But like all of us I too had dreams. Maybe they were a bit lofty. Maybe they were naive. We all know the boundless wonder of becoming an astronaut or fearless explorer.
However the man who crushes a child's dreams may as well have killed him.
Forever is the innocence lost. Forever will he doubt the word of all adults. Lost is the beauty of divinity. Lost the love of fair play. Gone the reward for decency, never to return. This is why we must take our responsibility for the young as a most divine effort and solemn responsibility.

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I wanted to cry reading this having been the child who had dreams crushed at a young age, and how wise you are, for the essence of a child must be protected, nurtured and loved, for their dreams build worlds, and you are clearly a man of deep emotion, and a wonderful father.........your words were beautiful, and if every child had a father like you this world would be beautiful. Bless you Tate, for your wisdom and writing.

So where do all the rest come from
those who find their dreams have all died
With all their hopes then washed away
as if they left out with the tide
_________________________


Posted 13 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.




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THAT FIRST LINE...
IT IS AMAZING...
THIS PIECE PUT ME AT PEACE...
WHEN I READ IT...
I FELT SO RELAXED...
THIS IS SUCH A PURE WRITE...

Posted 13 Years Ago


mind blowing

Posted 13 Years Ago


A True Poem!
Tears wanted to roll after I read it, it's very very true!
Also it touches me much.

Posted 13 Years Ago


I love it Tate and it's so true. More then anything I think some adults break kids spirts. We need to shape their will without breaking their spirits. I always think about what Legacy I may leave, or what would people say about me if I were gone. I try to choose what I say and do to people. I also think about standing before God one day and him saying Well done you good and faithful servant. I want to stand blameless before him. Thanks for allowing me to read your poem.

Posted 13 Years Ago


The last lines ring very true, I really enjoyed reading this. ^.^

Posted 13 Years Ago


I'm glad this took the turn it did, as when I was reading the first stanzas I was thinking of how many older children I know like that, none came to mind. I also liked the 'a fire to be lit' gives a feel you have to work for things.

I don't know how you stick to the rhyme like you do, but well done all the same. Nice piece

Posted 13 Years Ago


Very touching.

Posted 13 Years Ago


The inner reason is shining all through the poem.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Those last two lines are beautiful Tate! There is such a powerful truth to these words you write...
An emotional poem. I enjoyed reading this.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Sage words... sad to realize the complications of the childhood experience in our day... not at all what it is supposed to be. Still, it is refreshing to read this reminder of how precious and fragile that window of opportunity is... and why it must be preserved. Excellent writing...

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Tate Morgan
Tate Morgan

Marion , OH



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