A Young Mans Dreams

Me back when I was a horseman. Circa early 90s

I hardly remembered my dad

from the time when I was a boy

When he left we were all bereft

there alone to fend for our joy

 

So with a pocket full of dreams

I traced the river as it flowed

More like a stray finding his way

I departed the winding road

 

I went out to try my fortune

and find the father I had lost

How I would grow I didn't know

investing my youth was the cost

 

He was a man of single mind

who would rule with an iron fist

Much was my fear when he was near

that I would make it to his list

 

 

After many years we parted

as I developed my own ways

Never dull my life is grateful

to have had those wonder filled days

 

Tate

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Author's Note

The life of a horseman is a tough road.The track is the crossroads . Where a man goes to mortgage his soul to the devil for success. It is where the last refuge of the illiterate met the dregs of humanity. Many if not all of us there were at odds with life. From there we all plied our trades, tested our mettle, and grew to manhood. Life as it has always been presented to me was a struggle. But to a young man who had the advantage of 6 generations of predecessors, it was a river of humanity running free. Just as the wind that blew across my cheek each race. Every day the races allowed a man to redeem himself from the day before. To be reborn each and every night. I love the adventure my life has been. And think we all love the feeling of climbing aboard a horse and melding our powers with theirs. Becoming a hybrid of flesh and steel. Increasing our powers ten fold. To be for all intensive purposes a god for a couple minutes. The track for a young man is such a place. It is a microcosm of both the world we live in, and the world of the past that our ancestors lived in. With salvation at the end of the rainbow. At 18 I set out to find the world I had lost. I held 50 dollars to my name. Little did I know I was in for a adventure Ali Baba would have envied.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing photo and poem. We need days when we run and feel the wind against our face. I wish I could ride horses with my daughter. That is her dream to be able to feel the freedom of the wind and be able to test what she can do. You had a good life. A outstanding poem. Thank you.
Coyote

[Julie Beth]

this was beautiful you did an amazing job as always :)

[Geralyn Miller]

Learning from every step along the journey of life is the greatest adventure; every twist and turn, even the rough parts of our journey, can teach us something. It seems that you have wisely chosen to learn from your journey.
I love this piece, while it is somewhat sad, it is still hopeful. You manage to imply there is a great deal more to the story, which will definitely keep this reader interested!

I know a bit about track life; my baby sister was a groom and her husband a trainer; the life ate them both alive,; both lost the battle they fought with life in 2001. Life on the track circuit changed my sister into someone I did not know.

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Excellent Poem! The words behind this poem leads to a beautiful heart felt story!

[jugeholden]

Very cool. You added the Allison Krause song? Either way the poem itself reminds me of a song. If you have the means I would highly recommend putting this to music. Nice work.

[Frantzuu]

Stunning write again.

[Scarlet Pulse]

Your words create a really motivating message Tate. I enjoyed this poem very much!!

[KAREN]

Beautiful job! Love the words
So with a pocket full of dreams
I traced the river as it flowed
More like a stray finding his way
I departed the winding road

[roarke]

As always I liked the prose. Wonderful.

But I'm even more intrigued by your authors note and wish you would delve into those days and write about that life as a horseman and the last refuge for the contrasts of humanity... give it a go.