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.

[Melobldnfr]

Nice read Tate.

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

Tate, you've penned one spectacular poem here. You've captured the fire that keeps life alive. This is one of my faves. One day your pen will create life.

[Art]

a reflective pice Tate...we all have that time where we just roam this life and absorb all it offers...nice work my friend

[Me]

beautifully written. You expressed yourself so well. I felt your emotions.

[Crowley]

Some never find the solace in the here and now.....not that its a bad thing, but there is something to be said for tending those fires at a lower heat and eating from them the things thet we have not killed ourselves. Nice Tate.

[Mark]

This is the old Tate that I have been missing. I was quite impressed with the regularity of the rhyme, so much so that the minor variances of rhythm seemed hardly to matter. As ever, your content overwalked all other considerations, and I was just left agape (either pronunciation) at the depth of your words. Well done.

[Coyote Poetry]

Good pictures and strong words. Life is a journey to test life and have no fear of tomorrow. Thank you for the powerful words and amazing pictures. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[Everson Taveras]

Another christopher mccandless, I see. Very audacious, reluctant to conform to the life that has been set before us but more than willing to find out what life is truly worth, to indulge timeless muses, untamed whims and adventures that scream wildly in peril, in joy and in undying love. The vagabond's joy doesn't spur from the destination he reaches at the of his journey; it lies in the journey itself. Marvelous poem, as always. You never fail to impress, Tate Morgan. Thank you for sharing this gem with us.

[Jessi Leigh]

I have goosebumps! Gypsy blood, psychonauts, free spirits, knowing that home is within. Your poem itself is an adventure, your rhythm and flow make as a boat or any mode of transport. I feel as though I should forward this poem to my parents to help them understand who I am. Thank you

[G. Marie"floating on an..]

Great poem Tate to describe the gypsy spirit many have especially in our youth..... I loved how the song fit in with the poem.....