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!!!

[Falling Leaf.]

Ciao,

Thank you for inviting me into the tales of your son's imagination and his adventures. This was exquisite.

Arrivederci!

[Kaa Na Kalyanasundaram]

Great write. The childhood happenings always to be worshipped and to be shared for the mankind. Good write. With regards my friend.

[ms. barrie]

Exquisitely written, very profound, endearing write, that touches one's heart. thanks for sharing

[David Lewis Paget]

Childhood imagination is a wondrous thing. It's a pity that the world beats it out of us with the necessity of raising families of our own, the daily grind and the pursuit of the almighty dollar. Good one, Tate.

[Baby Ricochet]

Beautiful poem. Outstanding as always

[Enid Blake]

This is lovely, the last verses are a true testament to our love for our children.
When my children were younger I would write down all the strange new words they created, for example "I was being startastic mum", sarcasm's never had the same ring to it since! They are funny, and adorable :)

[Call_Me_Miss_Imperfect]

This is great and children for awhile wish to be different things everyday. It's cute to watch them talk about their dreams and fantasy worlds. Of course I don't have any kids, but I can still remember my younger years. I think back to those memories and laugh or even sometimes cry. Anyway, this poem is quite excellent! Great job. :D

[Robbie~xoxo~]

Beautifully expressed! Your Sons childhood dreams encapsulated within your written work of art. So Lovely!

[Marie]

Black Jack Drake sounds like a great guy.Children have wonderful dreams...in them we see our own made new...

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you marie Though this was about my son i took the name for thew piece from drake cooper the little boy I befriended years ago

[Jadey]

I gotta say this one mark my heart.. Amazing.

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