Games Children PlayA Poem by Tate MorganThe happy chimes of the baseball field like notes from far flung rain Carry us back to our childhood reliving the laughter and the pain.Aris and Tate
The games we played in childhood made to ready us for our life The fleet foot breathless soldier forged to mimic our daily strife
These lessons turn round and round with the sweet spinning of a child Taught so that we may never forget to make a man of the meek and mild
Somewhere between the child and man we forget sometimes the reason Why children love to play these games as varied as each new season
The happy chimes of the baseball field like notes from far flung rain Carry us back to our childhood reliving the laughter and the pain
The giddy chatter across the field lofted high on the drifting breeze Echo our life's fear of failure wishing, if only time could freeze
We find much more when we lose of just what we are made of Discovering the test of character that all good men so love
In life it's not the ones who condemn nor win most times they play It's friends who forgave our weakness whose spirits echo through our day
Aris © 2020 Tate MorganAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorTate MorganMarion , OHAboutAvailable from Amazon XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX I am a product of the Midwest. Raised on the plain states of North America. I was nurtured on a .. more..Writing
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