Black Jack Drake

Black Jack Drake

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

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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

Tate Morgan
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

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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!!!

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Very cute tale I like it

Posted 13 Years Ago


I love it!! The poetry you write about your children is always fabulous. Over my time reading it, it's always so wonderful to have the emotions and feelings from your past poems built up inside me so that when I read new ones, feelings from the old ones are rekindled. This one takes me back to the poem you wrote about your son that I left 10+ reviews on because I loved it so much. That feeling is there, though this one also has a fun and childish aspect to it. You capture his livelihood perfectly.
Thanks for the invite to read.
Your friend,
-Ashes
100/100

Posted 13 Years Ago


I can really tell how important fatherhood is to you through your creative writings. You entered this poem into my original writings contest, and I think you did a great job with this poem. It's very original, and I can tell you spent a lot of time working on this. The quality of your writing is very evident here.

Posted 13 Years Ago


I am going to try and remember the name of the poem written by our friend, David Lewis Paget, that dealt with pirates in a similar fashion. it amused me, even as yours did. There are few more limitgless venues than the imagination of a child. Off to write David, now! plus i will RR him yours.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Aw, this is beautiful. I love it. I really love it.

Posted 13 Years Ago


YOU CAN TELL THROUGH...
THE WRITTING YOU PRODUCE...
THAT YOU ARE A GREAT FATHER...
I LIKE THIS ALOT...
THANK YOU FOR SHARING...

Posted 13 Years Ago


nice tribute to your son's vivid imagination. Great flow, well written

Posted 13 Years Ago


This is such a great poem about children with wonderful imaginations at play. Oh to be a kid again with the magic and wonder found around each corner.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Oh, this one is wonderful. Childhood dreams, where do they go?
As always, your talent shines through on this piece, I love it!

Posted 13 Years Ago


Black Jack Drake made me tear up, not going to lie. What a title, and as always a beautiful poem. Perfect words to end this adventure.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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