Black Jack Drake

How wondrous the child like mind who dreamed of immortality He'd leave his mark upon this world that never knew morality

My rendition of Son Tate Graphite on canvas

My son was just a little boy

when he started saving treasure

To him it was each man's duty

to rule by bluster and measure

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His heart was set on protection

of this hoard he'd kept in his bag

Filled with pride he was elated

a tough pirate who'd earned his swag

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I'd watch as he would sail his sloop

off to some distant hallowed land

To wrest the natives of their loot

leaving their blood upon the sand

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His first-mate's name had been Jack Tar

from a story that we had read

He neither asked nor gave quarter

to the clansmen who now lay dead

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The sloop was built of a tree house

that we had hammered for three days

Not a bad deal for a pirate

with livelihood that always pays

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Many a coward met his end

on the deck of the Black Jack Drake

They begged for mercy every time

but were strung up for the men's sake

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How wondrous is the child's mind

who dreamed of immortality

He'd leave his mark upon the world

in so doing, he then touched me

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Little could he have known back then

the paths of dreams that he had paved

Were stored within his father's heart

where they were written down and saved

 

First day of College the reason we play those games as children to ready us for our life.

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Author's Note

It is a boys dream to be the hellion that turns the world upside down.To then be the envy of all his fellows.And my son was no different.The ship the Black Jack Drake is named for the great Pirate Drake Cooper. Who holds the spirit of all children and the heart of this man. So cheers. Here's to far away lands and dreams coming true! All children share in the greatness of dreams.
Tate

Reviews

[Stacey]

Oh WOW Tate....you always manage to bring a tear to my eye with such beautiful words and song! I wish the same for my son, all his wonder and the fabulous young man he has become. I only hope he has the same confidence and hope that I have for him. I have stored, written and photographed each of those moments in my memories, diary and photos:) No one can take that away from me...they're my memories, my feelings, my today:) I remember singing Joni Mitchell's "Circle Game" to him as a lullaby when he was tiny. He remembers the chorus of that tune to this day. He doesn't understand and a tear pours down my check...he remembers the chorus, he remembers and I will never forget! This is beautiful!!!

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Great write, You must be very proud of your son! What an adventure you two must share!

[Dani]

Here's to your inspiration, growing into someone just as bright as you. I love this.

[sarah]

this is an amazing piece great work!

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

I can feel the lessons of life that are learned from living vicariously through
this pure heart. This poem could be declared to define what it feels to be alive.

[Caitlynxoxo]

absolutely wonderful! I could see every word you wrote perfectly in my head, and it reminded me of when i was younger, and how the sky was the limit; being a pirate, a princess, etc was all at our fingertips. You protrayed that aspect of childhood in a very creative, beautiful poem :) Thanks for sharing!

xoxo Caitlyn xoxo

[Theodore]

how can I not comment on this just so beautiful, I don't have any kids yet but I know I will have this same feeling...GOOD JOB!

[T. J. Blackburn]

lovely

[Shannon]

I loved this, it was just amazing. It's short but descriptive and gives such vivid images to the veiwer's imagination of this little boy running around pretending to be a pirate. :D xx

[My Fair Lady]

Active and beautiful is the mind of a child who is obviously read to. I love this piece.

[ice]

This poem made a welling in my eyes..

In this piece, you took me back to how my father acted, only he did not
build pirate ships for me..he took me to the waters and the wild
to show me "the other world" that Yeats knew existed...

"Come away oh human child
To the waters and the wild
For the world's more full of weeping
Than you can understand"

Christopher Robin, is an excellent choice of music for this wonderful poem.

I still have something in my eye... have to go get a tissue..

Namaste

ice