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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This poem is true to every word. I can put myself in there, experiancing what you have said. The only thing is I'm still trying to catch my dreams, we must all do that instead of letting them go. Wonderful poem.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Too often parents and teachers disregard or downplay childish asperations instead offering support Who can say what the future holds
I told my children whatever you want to be count on me to support you
One is now a hospital manager one is a consultant psychiatrist the third is married to a us army colonel and holds several master degrees in languages and business ivor

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Awe so true nice but sad in someways how those are already taken in little way to have a chance to show what they got to give to life.

Posted 13 Years Ago


this is sad. plain, simple. the worst part, its true. You have definitely found the right words to express this thought correctly. I really enjoyed the read. I am usually not a fan of "rhyming" poetry. But I think it works in this context. I find rhymes a little childish, but that is what this poem is about. haha. Wonderful job with this poem. I think I will definitely check out your book. I am interested in reading more from you. Thanks for sharing it here!
J

Posted 13 Years Ago


Wow, I don't cry very often, but this nearly put tears in my eyes. The music helped with the effect. A truly beautiful poem. The words touched me deeply, through the words heart, and soul is generated. A sense of hope, love, innocence, self discovery is felt. This is a very powerful piece of writing. You always do a great job. Can't wait for the book though. :D

Posted 13 Years Ago


May childhood dreams never fade but they so often do. Reality of the 'Adult World' has little place for them. This is awesome.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Oh, to be a child again. Excellent job!

Posted 13 Years Ago


this was absolutely amazing; each stanza was fluid and rythmic, and the poem in whole was brilliant, having given off a message anyone can relate to.

As a child we lose ourselves in a world of our own, a world where anything can happen and "impossible" is merely a word in our vocabulary. Never did we stop to question our dreams, our hopes, our precieved futures. we were the ones who imagined the world as it should be; our own. we imagine that there was nothing to be worried about, and nothing to stop us from reaching those seemingly possible dreams of ours.

"If asked of me I would just say
"when they should run, they just sit"
The mind is not a vessel filled
it is a fire to be lit"

A fantastic ending to an equally fantastic peom. Thanks for sharing!!

xoxo Caitlyn xoxo




Posted 13 Years Ago


So so so true, nothing to say that hasn't already been said. Beautiful words Tate.

Posted 13 Years Ago


This is a great poem Tate. The lines "If faith could move a mountain then it just might save a soul" are attention grabbing and just awesome forms of imagery. Great work here!

Will

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Tate Morgan

Marion , OH



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