A Young Mans Dreams

A Young Mans Dreams

A Poem by Tate Morgan

So with a pocket full of dreams I traced the river as it flowed More like a stray finding his way I departed the winding road


Me back when I was a horseman. Circa early 90s

I hardly remembered my dad

from the time when I was a boy

When he left we were all bereft

there alone to fend for our joy


So with a pocket full of dreams

I traced the river as it flowed

More like a stray finding his way

I departed the winding road


I went out to try my fortune

and find the father I had lost

How I would grow I didn't know

investing my youth was the cost


He was a man of single mind

who would rule with an iron fist

Much was my fear when he was near

that I would make it to his list



After many years we parted

as I developed my own ways

Never dull my life is grateful

to have had those wonder filled days



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Author's Note

Tate Morgan
The life of a horseman is a tough road.The track is the crossroads . Where a man goes to mortgage his soul to the devil for success. It is where the last refuge of the illiterate met the dregs of humanity. Many if not all of us there were at odds with life. From there we all plied our trades, tested our mettle, and grew to manhood. Life as it has always been presented to me was a struggle. But to a young man who had the advantage of 6 generations of predecessors, it was a river of humanity running free. Just as the wind that blew across my cheek each race. Every day the races allowed a man to redeem himself from the day before. To be reborn each and every night. I love the adventure my life has been. And think we all love the feeling of climbing aboard a horse and melding our powers with theirs. Becoming a hybrid of flesh and steel. Increasing our powers ten fold. To be for all intensive purposes a god for a couple minutes. The track for a young man is such a place. It is a microcosm of both the world we live in, and the world of the past that our ancestors lived in. With salvation at the end of the rainbow. At 18 I set out to find the world I had lost. I held 50 dollars to my name. Little did I know I was in for a adventure Ali Baba would have envied.

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Amazing poem i can't wait to read more keep up the great work

Posted 7 Years Ago

I'm glad I got to read this. A beautiful write of a journey that is one own's, to find not only the man known as one's father, but to live as an individual along the way, without even knowing it. Much enjoyed.

Posted 8 Years Ago

Tate Morgan

8 Years Ago

Thank you Soma
The story is as interesting as the poetry is mornful. An amalgam of nostalgia mixed with regrets. Any man or woman can relate to that backwards glance. Enjoyed the piece!

Posted 9 Years Ago

A great read Tate. Your work never leaves me empty. However, I must admit I truly enjoyed your comment after the poem the most.

Keep holding and manifesting your dream....for your dream fills us all.

Posted 9 Years Ago

This was an interesting poem/ story about your life Tate, you should really write a book. great writing too.

Posted 9 Years Ago

I Adore this! Words of inspiration, words of pain and triumph: all together an excellent poem

Posted 9 Years Ago

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This poem is so beautiful, I really connect with every poem that mentions horses. Especially when you talk about racing them. I know the feelings all too well. Everything you write is a work of art, keep writing!

Posted 9 Years Ago

Racing sounds like a wonderful sport and adventure...you relate it so well...

I think I remember the song by Peter Paul and Mary...

Posted 9 Years Ago

WOW! Awesome poem and Authors note

Posted 9 Years Ago

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Ah, remember tugging against those reins myself. Too young to fear anything, but already too old to care. Have a son struggling against his now.

Well done!

Posted 9 Years Ago

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Added on March 2, 2011
Last Updated on September 3, 2018
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Tate Morgan
Tate Morgan

Marion , OH

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