DrakeA Poem by Tate MorganI grew weary of mans delight in watching his brothers endure I took no pleasure in gods sight his beauties had lost all allureDrake and Dodger To love beauty of pastured scene as I would walk the path each day To smell the wafting grasses green remember where I use to play
In meadows I once lay my head along beside the timeless brook There I dreamed in my endless bed until man's cruelty my dreams took
I grew weary of man's delight in watching his brothers endure I took no pleasure in god's sight his beauties had lost all allure
Till the day I met Drake's gold heart within him lay my own salvation His love lent me a fresh new start he is god's greatest creation
Tate
© 2014 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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