A Young Mans Dreams

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

 

Tate

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Author's Note

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.

Reviews

[Dane Osborne]

another well written piece. Heartfelt and real but yet positive too. I agree WIth jim below, you could probaly write stories too if you wanted. 100/100

[Richard Williams]

A good combination of your Dad leaving, her iron rule and then your winding road, the adventure of the bittersweet, and your inclusion of horse racing.

[Jim Parson]

This is a great poem, Tate, but I'm thinking you should apply your talents to storytelling as well. I generally find your notes as well written as your poems.

[JanieB]

This is so beautiful. Excellent write. Bravo!

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

more like a stray finding his way...........looks like you found it quite well. Wonderful piece Tate.

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lovely tate...

[SM Davis]

I paid my way every day
to learn the things that I would need

I like this. I, myself, am scared to death of horses...however, I enjoy seeing the peace on the faces of those that ride. I would love to see this in prose. I think the romance of the situation would really be captured greatly without the force of rhyme. I loved it though. Nicely done. The meter flows nicely.

[OT]

a great write!! and the author's note adds another sense of depth to it! like the others have stated it would be nice to hear more of that in a future poem!! the life of adventure - off on the road with a bag full of dreams! nice!

[Magdelena]

OMG! This was fantastic. Like a song, I heard your words in a song, something like this type of music.. This was beautiful Tate. and so true. Our road/path in life is always long and sometimes hard, yet unknown we move on, and the trials and tribulations we find we manage to carry them and take care. Oh but the adventures! What a life we lead with them, what memories we carry once older from them..

Loved this

Mags xx

[Jazique]

Well done. It was lovely. The road is long and hard but always remember only rainbows after rain.