Life's Treasures

Can 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

The old songs loved from long ago

come to me from my long gone past

On winds they caress me tonight

whispering from dreams I had last

 

The old days trooped by in glory

paraded across my life's field

Displayed in panoramic view

how many dreams they have revealed

 

Faces long gone look out from mist

to this once wandered man to be

Speaking from my past adventures

beloved friends long a part of me

 

Oh how they flood through my mind

to speak of days that've gone by

Forcing me to look to the one

that came from acts I can't deny

 

We are not each one right nor wrong

we are the result of our times

Held to account for all the good

as well as for all our crimes

 

Mystic chords of my memory

look back on the road I traversed

Remembering moments I loved

as well as those I have cursed

 

While each loved soul has given time

to pursuit of living pleasures

Only by reflecting on life

do I recognize its treasures

copyright 1/10/2010

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Author's Note

Can 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

Reviews

[Rory CJ Frankson]

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For me, this work brought to mind and held shades of classicism, an influence, such as: F. Scott Fitzgerald, writing in a life as 'Victor Laszlo'
in the setting of the ambience of Cassablanca. As the picture here evokes such a character image, or possibley The African Queen the film with Humphrey Bogart... a portrayal, of such a character. These imagined and invoked, yet knowing. It is as original, as Tate Morgan and his life & times.
A life story, no not novelized or told of in other. Than Life's Tree.
As it is lived, through a Poets Eyes.
Immortalized, in scripted...
Excellance.
This piece reflects the depths of a painters image, on a canvas of words.
As it plays like a movie, through the readers mind. Enough said.
A Classical Portrayal, of A Man.
Striving...
For that perfect edge.
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Write On / Oh Champions of the Poets Pen.
Romon in Review, finding. Perfection...
In a Friend. Congradulations on the revealing of Life's Tree... Tate. Ro...

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

This is well done!

[Helen Crutchett]

"Mystic chords of my memory
Look back on the road I traversed
Remembering moments I loved
As well as those I have cursed"

What an amazing write. Such talent you have for writing about your life. Structured into precious verses, we get glimpes of a life full of joy yet tempered with sadness and regret. But you have summed this up beautifully by this line...

"We are not each one right nor wrong
We are the result of our times"

Certain music tugs at my heartstrings so much that I can hardly bare it, still after all these years. Bitter/sweet memories indeed.

[..R.I.P..]

Once again, a truely inspiring piece from a truely inspiring writer.
Keep up the great work, I'm looking forward to reading more of your work. :)
Kat

[MagiCrystal]

1st.. the picture got my whole attention...Black & White
2nd.. the face and the man exhaling the smoke.. brilliant
3rd.. the whole poem.. is amazing.. the flow.. the verses

Mystic chords of my memory

Look back on the road I traversed

Remembering moments I loved

As well as those I have cursed

What become about... what we learn in this life..
our past.. and our present.. writes... a future and poetry..
Aw.. love it.. love it.. this music makes me dream in my home land..
So you know...I come from that Era..!

[Lena M. P.]

Oh Tate, I will be adding this one to my favorites. Each generation had things that today are frowned on. But we can't live our lives regretting our past. We are vintages of wine bottled in our era's. The years and adventures only make us better. They are not mistakes; just lessons learned. Also, I love the song!
Lena

[A]

Oh I loved this! This stanza stuck out the most to me,
"We are not each one right nor wrong
We are the result of our times
Held to account for all the good
As well as for all our crimes"
You have such a great message in this piece! Great poem :)

[Tommy]

I truly think this is a wonderful piece reflecting on occasions and people, which have been transcended by time. I often find myself sitting and listening to music, which brings back the realness of a time or a place, loved ones, friends, pleasure and tears from my past.

"While each loved soul has given time
To the pursuit of life's pleasures
Only by reflecting on life
Do I recognize its treasures"

How true to life is this stanza.
Keep up the good work!
RLG,
Tommy