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

 

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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!!!

[FireWoman]

You captured it perfectly, the adventure, the innocence and the love. Very well written.

[Invisible Ink]

Really fantastic! No suggestions, I love it just the way it is! Wonderful imagery, emotion, word choice! Great write!!

[Geralyn Miller]

Being allowed to induldge in imagination is a wonderous powerful gift to grant a child. Black Jack Drake is destined to leave a mark on the world, he has the gift of imagination, a gift from his Father. Perhaps he will be the one to have the ability to imagine a path to something the world needs: clean energy, cures for cancer or other dieases, or maybe he can find the creative way to make all mankind one. So much hope in the dreams of a little boy. A fortunate little boy.

[Charles]

Another nice tribute to an important person in your life. Good attention to detail (except for mens, which should be men's). Here's a New Year toast to Black Jack Drake!

[Dennis Shanaberg]

I always love your allusions which are something I rarely see on this site, the fact that you put that little extra work into what you're writing.
This poem is brilliant wherein you've almost reached into a childlike place inside you that has been brought about by your sons fantastical dreams. You are taking your effortless ability at writing and taking the dreams of a child and weaving them together effortlessly. Congrats, and I'd love to see more like this.

[Anatomical Grip]

aww, that is so beautiful, that's amazing. there's no words

[Phibby Venable]

how wonderful that you allowed your son such a free reign to his
imagination. A beautiful tribute to adventure and growing up.
A beautiful child also!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for this beautiful story about your son. Kids can see great things and have no fear. We would be much better people if we could run and celebrate the new day and the simple pleasure as a smiling child. A excellent poem. Thank you.
Coyote

[JanieB]

Beautifully done Tate.

[Lilly Negoi]

beautiful, the poem, the song and the note :). being a mother of two still very small boys, i can see even from now the way their personalities develop and i can only imagine how they will turn up later :).
and deep down within we are still children! we should always remember our own dreams from when we were at their age :). this poem of yours managed to do so for myself :). and i thank you for that :).