Black Jack Drake

How wondrous the child like mind who dreamed of immortality He'd leave his mark upon this world that never knew morality

My rendition of Son Tate Graphite on canvas

My son was just a little boy

when he started saving treasure

To him it was each man's duty

to rule by bluster and measure

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His heart was set on protection

of this hoard he'd kept in his bag

Filled with pride he was elated

a tough pirate who'd earned his swag

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I'd watch as he would sail his sloop

off to some distant hallowed land

To wrest the natives of their loot

leaving their blood upon the sand

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His first-mate's name had been Jack Tar

from a story that we had read

He neither asked nor gave quarter

to the clansmen who now lay dead

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The sloop was built of a tree house

that we had hammered for three days

Not a bad deal for a pirate

with livelihood that always pays

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Many a coward met his end

on the deck of the Black Jack Drake

They begged for mercy every time

but were strung up for the men's sake

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How wondrous is the child's mind

who dreamed of immortality

He'd leave his mark upon the world

in so doing, he then touched me

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Little could he have known back then

the paths of dreams that he had paved

Were stored within his father's heart

where they were written down and saved

 

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Author's Note

It is a boys dream to be the hellion that turns the world upside down.To then be the envy of all his fellows.And my son was no different.The ship the Black Jack Drake is named for the great Pirate Drake Cooper. Who holds the spirit of all children and the heart of this man. So cheers. Here's to far away lands and dreams coming true! All children share in the greatness of dreams.
Tate

Reviews

[Stacey]

Oh WOW Tate....you always manage to bring a tear to my eye with such beautiful words and song! I wish the same for my son, all his wonder and the fabulous young man he has become. I only hope he has the same confidence and hope that I have for him. I have stored, written and photographed each of those moments in my memories, diary and photos:) No one can take that away from me...they're my memories, my feelings, my today:) I remember singing Joni Mitchell's "Circle Game" to him as a lullaby when he was tiny. He remembers the chorus of that tune to this day. He doesn't understand and a tear pours down my check...he remembers the chorus, he remembers and I will never forget! This is beautiful!!!

[Lilly]

Such powerful words...

The childs mind is a wondrous thing - its amazing what they will come up with - even more amazing is seeing their life dreams unfold in their mind - and we'll do anything to help them achieve it because we want to see them happy...

A beautiful and touching poem - lovely photos too

[Robin]

to say this is poigant would be an understatement , you have written a story that will resonate many a heartstring ..

[msharma]

True feature of a child's dream. Every child must live up to his dreams, though whatever hardships do come on way.Great effort, always applauded.

[Siddhartha]

A truly wondrous poem that only a father can write...An ode to love, imagination and friendship...A very very visual poem with each line a photograph that flits through the mind...Great write...

[Seashell]

This is so moving Tate. I cherished and still do, all the wonderful things that our children do and say each and every day, to make our lives richer. You describe just that here in a beautiful fatherly way.

Thanks for sharing something so personal with us..

Babs xx

[Tommy]

I can remember a little of those old times; it is sad how when we get older we tend to forget. However, I agree, we can be reminded of those wondrous imaginations when they are caught in the dreams of a child's eyes.

Great Write!
RLG,
Tommy

[Marie Harrison]

Very sweet poem. Have to admit, I had a lump in myy throat as I read this one. Fabulous write!

[Art]

nice work Tate...my son's have left inside me many wonderfull memories...


I am so blessed....just like you

[G. K. Bostic]

This is absolutely delightful, Tate. Cherished memories of our children are true treasures. Thank you for sharing this with us. Well done, and very much enjoyed.

[TAO]

Impressive, sir. I found myself thinking of Peter Pan the entire time. I've no idea why... Maybe because he fits the build and all that... This was a nice, endearing piece to read, and helps lends solace to the soul of the child within. Outstanding work, Tate Morgan.