Tate Morgan
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PoetryA Poem by Tate MorganPoetry and I laughed to see what with her beauty she had done We sat under an umbrella while we both waited for the sun |
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Life's TreasuresA Poem by Tate MorganCan anyone know what will come when the wind blows us cold and gale Or what direction it be from when finally we set our sail |
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Over the RainbowA Poem by Tate MorganThere memories go to bloom again in the warm spring rains of the sky He’ll see her beauty stand before him not the passage of time go by |
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ShackletonA Poem by Tate MorganArticle London Times : Men wanted for hazardous journey. Small wages. Bitter cold. Long months of complete darkness. Constant danger. Safe return doub.. |
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Days Gone ByA Poem by Tate MorganAt the time I was most a man I wished I were still a boy |
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KnowledgeA Poem by Tate MorganDon't fear the ones with their own ways For they may know what we do not |
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Winter StreetsA Poem by Tate MorganMy house shakes from the wind tonight; the Nor-Easter sweeps to and fro. |
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DarknessA Poem by Tate MorganNo one controls the hearts desire. Nor whether it be happy or sad. |
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Foolish PrideA Poem by Tate MorganWhat frail creatures we men are; made from sinew, muscle and pride. |
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SmilesA Poem by Tate MorganTheir smiles define mans beauty; More than life could ever say. |
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