Black Jack DrakeA Poem by Tate MorganHow wondrous the child like mind who dreamed of immortality He'd leave his mark upon this world that never knew moralityMy 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 _______________________________
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 _______________________________
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 ________________________________
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 ________________________________
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 ________________________________
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 ________________________________
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 ________________________________
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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