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!!!

[tynamite]

I love this poem. I've favourited it. The story here is so cool. This poem never gets old. I can read this many times.

[R J Askew]

My second son wanted to play for Arsenal ... now all he wants is a better phone. Maybe we love having children because we can share their dreams, if we are lucky, and that reminds us of how our own childhoods were or how we wish they had been. I think you captured the mood bang on in this one Tate.

[John Morris]

A near perfect poem. Filled with emotion and sadness. This is simply brilliant poetry.

[Loner]

U have beautifully portrayed childhood in an amazing manner .

[msharma]

A judgmental piece well drafted picturing the dream of the boy.Always fantastic.

[Jim Parson]

This is marvelous and brings back such wonderful, personal memories of my daughter when she was about 6. We lived in an apartment in Los Angeles that was very near the freeway. There was a tear in the chain link fence that bordered the hill that led up to the freeway. At least once a month for two years, she would grab her backpack and we would crawl through the tear and wander the hillside searching for "treasure", which was nothing more than the trash that came down the hill when thrown from passing cars. I thank God for the day when she outgrew this though... I could finally get rid of the mountain of trash that accumulated in the corner of her room! I truly miss those days. A fabulous write! Thanks for the memories!

[Valentine]

I pray that you are still father and son..I loved the way you described the dreams of a child and how they play...which to them is reality not play..I am from a family of 9 children and what adventures my brother and I had when we were small..God bless..Please tell me he is still with us..Valentine

[Revolutionary]

A beautifull discription of I am sure a beautiful child

[Undying Glory]

this was tremendous work, i just loved this. sounded so impressive and grand, just as our big dreams for the future, now that is just great. awesome!

[emmajoy]

It's when you write about your son that your spirit soars! This is as near magical a fairy tale adventure there can be. Beautifully worded, beautifully constructed; won't be forgotten.

'How wondrous is the child's mind ~ who dreamed of immortality'

Delightful photos!