Some song and poetry.
If we make it through December Pretty Jenny was long legged and sweet as the Fall honey. She loved the Texas two-step and I love having her body near. She was a Austin… Continue reading
If we make it through December Pretty Jenny was long legged and sweet as the Fall honey. She loved the Texas two-step and I love having her body near. She was a Austin… Continue reading
Whiskey dreams are still the same A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old dreams of youth I still hold on to. Not for me this time. For my children. … Continue reading
Originally posted on Ellie belfiglio:
In a lush, moist blanket of grass I lay! Gazing at the stars, realizing this is My only way to cope. While the specks of light that shines…
First love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Written in 1978. When youth was my advantage. First love A sweet and beautiful smile opening the door to conversation. The first taste of the sweet… Continue reading
Originally posted on Grownup Navajo:
I challenge you to find new ways to describe my essence because I’m beyond beautiful… I am the strength of a mother who pushed hard to bring her…