Set to Roam

Great Grandpa Ben Morgan.

There are some men, who can't sit still

wandering souls who don't fit in

You'll find they trek the globe at will

breaking the hearts of next of kin

 

They range the field to ford each flood

wander mountains and sail the seas

Theirs is the curse of Gypsy Blood

so averse to a life of ease

 

Many I knew were brave and true

as their deeds and manners attest

Don't let them get attached to you

as they never know how to rest

 

They find no solace in the old

forever searching for the new

Theirs is a life both tough and bold

although of friends they share but few

 

They blindly search the noon day sun

for a future that's now their past

Then think of all they could have done

when forced to face the truth at last

 

There was a time when this was me

desire of rest yet never done

A drifting soul upon life's sea

of adventures I loved each one

 

We knew no peace, nor settled mind

having nowhere that we called home

Never to know what we might find

each of our soul's was set to roam

 

Author's Note

I don't know what it is, sets a mans soul afire. But I was one of those souls who wandered the world searching for adventure. I still roam the lower 48 as if they were my own back yard. Will my poor restless heart ever find peace?

Reviews

[Penlady]

...and in heart, I think, still are. As I said wandering souls are fortunate to have an anchor of love holding from some place or heart that allows the soul to dip and dart and then come home again. We are all special in this life and I truly believe the needs of some are met by others created for the occasion. Your talent creates delicious vignettes for the reader to dine upon and your food for thought is strictly gourmet and rich in everything.
This poem and the wonderful flashes of your life through the black and white photos, made me cry. I feel as though I'm watching a fulfillment transpire and feel so full of gratitude for the experience. You and yours are such beautiful people, both physically and soulwise. I received my TATE books from Amazon today and can hardly wait to begin reading.
Set To Roam seems the culmination of one period in your life and just the beginning of so much more. Hold on I think its going to be even better.

[Branch Isole]

'Tis nature of the beast, that desire to explore, expand and exploit. And so too, are many lives disrupted by glory and adventure's call, so aptly described in this piece.

[Kelly M.]

There's something about the sea and that whisper of adventure that calls the restless heart. A very true write. Some people never rest, so anxious for "new horizons." I liked this poem. Very well done.

[HeIsWe]

it amazing honest and adventurous, i love it!

[Enigma]

As always, I am in awe of your word play. An adventurous life with all its achievemnts and restlessness. Excellent and flawless. :)

[Larry Dyson]

deep thoughts an honest sharing Tate ..one of your hallmarks as a Poet.. ty its great

[Andy Ruffett]

And you've now found it? Because I believe life is just one big adventure. I think we all feel lost sometimes and it's how we grow. Great poem.

"...each of our soul's was set to roam."

[Rikkevi Rue]

ah yes the age old dichotomy...to wander and gain the enrichment or a widened and worldly perspective or to settle and acquire the strengths and rewards of sinking ones roots...Which is the better?

As usual you have in your inimitable way captured the whole topic simply and concisely in just a few verses! And quite appealing verses they are my friend! Your poem is reflective of the wistfulness of wandering and also the frustration of those left behind or not so fortunate as to afford such freedom of mobility. One of your bests poems and now one of my favorites Tate. Rikk

[Muse]

wondering souls.....
I think it is our purpose to ponder this question. And it's through adventure that we learn about what we are really made of.....is it fear, loyalty, charisma, perseverance?

We knew no peace, nor settled mind
having nowhere, that we called home

Some of us....give up to easy, we never find a proper place to call home.
But with the pictures and words you just shared; I think that YOU, found it!

Simply beautiful Tate, xo for sharing.

[Rick Puetter]

Hi Tate,

Looking for adventure is not unusual. I still have a longing for the new, the unknown, and striving for new knowledge, etc. This is an admirable quality of Mankind. However, one should not forget the benefits and value of a home life. One also cannot be selfish and put one's desires above others. Attention must be rightfully paid to the home fires lest they go out. So a balance is needed.

This poem was greatly enjoyed, reminding us of the struggle to find this balance. It is not an easy task and we need to have this foremost in our mind to succeed.

Very best regards, my Friend!

Rick