Tate Morgan
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ShackletonA Poem by Tate MorganArticle London Times : Men wanted for hazardous journey. Small wages. Bitter cold. Long months of complete darkness. Constant danger. Safe return doub.. |
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Days Gone ByA Poem by Tate MorganAt the time I was most a man I wished I were still a boy |
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KnowledgeA Poem by Tate MorganDon't fear the ones with their own ways For they may know what we do not |
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Winter StreetsA Poem by Tate MorganMy house shakes from the wind tonight; the Nor-Easter sweeps to and fro. |
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DarknessA Poem by Tate MorganNo one controls the hearts desire. Nor whether it be happy or sad. |
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Foolish PrideA Poem by Tate MorganWhat frail creatures we men are; made from sinew, muscle and pride. |
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SmilesA Poem by Tate MorganTheir smiles define mans beauty; More than life could ever say. |
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Not ForgottenA Poem by Tate MorganI remember the dark door where we hid from all the rain A dry respite from the storm safe in arms I'd felt no pain |
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The Roots Of LoveA Poem by Tate MorganI am the roots, You are the tree. |
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LonelinessA Poem by Tate MorganAll that's left of our sweet love, is this song that we once knew. |
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