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!!!

[Frieda P]

I know it must be your goal to make me cry today...sigh. He surely followed in your footsteps, you've every right to puff out your papa chest and be extremely proud, I know these days when they ultimately fly away, are rough, but that's exactly what we prepare them for, you did an excellent job with the Tater and your poem....

[Tate Morgan]

These days are just as real to me as if they just happened and the smiles and tears just as heartwarming and wrenching

[Frieda P]

I'm sure him going off to college brings it all back, I love this song by the way...

[Tate Morgan]

i always liked it as well

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this is so good Tate...the swashbuckling son, saving the treasure, the damsel in distress, the family...

Pirate Tate...

and i really like the picture...a fun ride this poem is.

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you jacob Yeah he was so damn much fun i loved raising him thanks do you think he had enough guns knives grenades lol?

[AprilRN1210]

you are just taking me on an emotional rollercoaster this evening!! This one had me grinning from ear to ear giggling filled with such amusement, and warmth from this precious moments shared of a cherished son and his father... the way you ended this just melted my heart... ok.. second favorite so far.. it is so beautiful... I don't even have the words to describe how moving and amazing this is..

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you I hope someday he will read all these and smile for the father who loved him so!

[AprilRN1210]

I am sure he would absolutely cherish these, I don't see how he couldn't... I cherish them and not even about me.. you both are truly blessed...

[melissa]

This is a beautiful poem tate thank you for sharing your poems i love reading them

[Tate Morgan]

I had a feeling you would like this one thanks

[melissa]

You're welcome

[Cranky Old Bear]

Absolutely beautiful and full of a father and son's wealth... Thanks so much for sharing.. Great art work also.. :)

[Tate Morgan]

thank you It was a pleasure to share with everyone

[Cranky Old Bear]

Your most welcome.. :)

[Glen Yumang Manese]

Another rendition of a write here...with this one...Tate...you weave the lines of a story...and give us another read...I see this is an older one...good you put it in your featured writing...and like the drawing also...

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

A beautiful write, indeed. I think what makes your writing so wonderful is the full and uninterrupted emotion that you put into the words and phrasing; and the love that dwells behind the scenes. Loved this one, truly.

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you Friday I am glad you felt as i did when wrote it.

[David Scott]

I love the adventure you capture in this poem Tate. Men need adventure. Men need to have something they can defend that is their own. You have captured what the core of a man is. Just look at every child and you will see this played out over and over again, in their unique way. They are roll playing the emotional skills they will need to be whole when they are older.
Simply wonderful write in content and construct.

[Tate Morgan]

thank you David Yes it is so simple isnt it? Every boy is a pirate a superman a cad!

[Blue Belle]

So sweet. Full of adventure!

[Fabian G. Franklin]

This was great. I really enjoyed reading it. I dreamed of being a pirate myself, but not Blackbeard...Blackbeard was a bloodthirsty savage. No, I wanted to be Jean Lafitte, captain of the Black Falcon and savior of America in the war of 1812...a man who was a leader of men...not a KILLER of men. I'm sure Lafitte did kill his share though. I think I watched a movie as a child called The Pirate King starring Yul Bryner as Lafitte...I may be confusing titles. But I remember one scene of a swordfight where Lafitte is battling an English swordsman and compliments him on his swordmanship. The fellow says, "YES! I AM THE FINEST SWORDSMAN IN ALL OF ENGLAND! WHAT DO YOU SAY TO THAT?" And Lafitte swiftly disarms him and runs him through and says, "I would say you are a very long way from England indeed." I was a cowboy, pirate, pioneer...all rolled into one and Tarzan on the side! (laughing) This great write helped me relive a few of those moments of my childhood. Thanks for that.