Tate Morgan

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I am a product of the Midwest. Raised on the plain states of North America. I was nurtured on a ideal akin to Mayberry. I grew to manhood under the Midwest sun. Playing Baseball and running the streets of my little town. Where friends were lifelong spirits. Essence of their souls follow me still. It was a simpler time. There were no shades between right and wrong. Full to the rim with absolutes. In the place I came from all was right with the world. But as I grew so did the world. Along with me the rest posed immortal questions to the creator. Till the world was as you see it now. A complicated shade of gray.
I am a poet by nature. Compelled through a life time of experience to give voice to our existence. To honor the struggle. Not the reward. Hopefully to see something of note. The reason why we were born. To look for our place in this universe. Pointing to the sign posts up ahead. Leaving bread crumbs for others to follow. In the hopes that we can be remembered as special. That we might just be fondly remembered by our children and our children' s children!
I believe poetry should flow from the heart to the soul. Reminding in its nature the melodies of rhythm and song. Not to be the constant ticking of the metronome.
Tate


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Softened by times consummate plush,
How sleek the woe appears
That threatened childhoods citadel
And undermined the years
Bisected now by bleaker griefs,
We envy the despair
That devastated childhood's realm,
So easy to repair

Emily Dickinson


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