Set to Roam

Great Grandpa Ben Morgan.

There are some men, who can't sit still

wandering souls who don't fit in

You'll find they trek the globe at will

breaking the hearts of next of kin

 

They range the field to ford each flood

wander mountains and sail the seas

Theirs is the curse of Gypsy Blood

so averse to a life of ease

 

Many I knew were brave and true

as their deeds and manners attest

Don't let them get attached to you

as they never know how to rest

 

They find no solace in the old

forever searching for the new

Theirs is a life both tough and bold

although of friends they share but few

 

They blindly search the noon day sun

for a future that's now their past

Then think of all they could have done

when forced to face the truth at last

 

There was a time when this was me

desire of rest yet never done

A drifting soul upon life's sea

of adventures I loved each one

 

We knew no peace, nor settled mind

having nowhere that we called home

Never to know what we might find

each of our soul's was set to roam

 

Author's Note

I don't know what it is, sets a mans soul afire. But I was one of those souls who wandered the world searching for adventure. I still roam the lower 48 as if they were my own back yard. Will my poor restless heart ever find peace?

Reviews

[Penlady]

...and in heart, I think, still are. As I said wandering souls are fortunate to have an anchor of love holding from some place or heart that allows the soul to dip and dart and then come home again. We are all special in this life and I truly believe the needs of some are met by others created for the occasion. Your talent creates delicious vignettes for the reader to dine upon and your food for thought is strictly gourmet and rich in everything.
This poem and the wonderful flashes of your life through the black and white photos, made me cry. I feel as though I'm watching a fulfillment transpire and feel so full of gratitude for the experience. You and yours are such beautiful people, both physically and soulwise. I received my TATE books from Amazon today and can hardly wait to begin reading.
Set To Roam seems the culmination of one period in your life and just the beginning of so much more. Hold on I think its going to be even better.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Highly structured and sever in the undertaking and exertation, well written if not a little to soared of emotion!

[The Analog Kid]

The second stanza stood out for me as especially well-constructed. Looks like you found some balance. Nice tribute to what you used to be.

[*~*Butterfly Kisses*~*]

This seems to be about men...and mostly some women, i suppose, who spend so much time moving from one person to another constantly all the time looking for new adventures in love. Personally I think it's more like a game, but I guess to those it is like you said, an adventure. Nicely done, I liked how you conveyed the restless heart within this. Great write, Tate.

~Anna Rose

[An owl on the moon]

What a powerful glimpse at who we are... and where we roam as men... And that choice, those decisions, rise daily... confront us and drive us and seduce us.. It is one thing to long for that wilding adventure, and another to desire a life of peace... seems we can't have both... Powerful write.

[Cherrie Palmer]

A lust for life and to see just a bit farther, what is anxiety for one is a passion for the other. Love it

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balance is the key....

Two of the greatest gifts we can give our children are roots and wings...

[Kenneth The Poet]

I have that wanderlust occasionally. It hurts almost sometimes. Aptly, perfectly described.

[Sunni Davis]

I can completely relate to this, Tate. I'm a soul who must roam and have adventures. I need to move, to have excitement, see new things. I really enjoyed reading this. One of my favorites from you!

[Becky C Strukamp]

Please excuze punctuation as texting this from my cellphone.

[Becky C Strukamp]

What a magnificent writing. Our souls do tend to roam. Nature of the beast. You composed this beautifully. Touching true and one of life's endurances. Well penned. My friend. Another endearing write. You are remarkable the way you express life's journey.

100/100