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
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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
Tate
Original poem and music
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/658027/
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 11:06 PM UTC
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
Tate
Original poem and music
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/658027/
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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