The fortunate one’s….
The fortunate one’s
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
A September poem.
Lovely be, a day can be. When the sun kiss your face and the lake is near.
The September days, blessings for us who love the changing of color and the deep forest.
The fortunate one’s, we are.
Who love reading books by the Lake St. Clair, the children laughter and free days.
I try to be like my grandparent. Take the grandchildren to the cider mill, field trips and long days at the lakes on the hot days.
My grandchildren favorite days. Mystery road trips, visiting the Lake Huron, Halloween and Lake Superior. Roam the small towns in the thumb and finding shiny rocks for our rock garden.
I am a better grandfather than father. I learned too late. The children grow so quickly, like weeds in a yard.
I hope I taught my children, my grandchildren to love the water, be kind to the free animals. To roam the free forest and be kind to nature.
Be the fortunate one’s.
Dancing Coyote
Thanks, John. I have trouble with how poor a son most of the time I was; a better but nowhere near good grandchild, I’m still learning to be good to me. You help.
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You are welcome my friend. We are learning to be better and maybe we can get lucky.
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I have found “luck” sometimes a product of preparation and practice in many endeavors, yet, I must agree, “luck” occurs at its own volition and pace in other cases. “Good” does not come close to luck in many aspects, especially when dealing with humans.
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I agree my friend.
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John Castellenas – John Coyote to not just a few of us – always brings so much more than mere words, his heart open, inviting, hiding lessons between the lines with big blinking lights to make sure the way. Reading him is more than just a pleasure.
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Thank you my friend.
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This was not the first time I have sinned – though spelling a subject’s first – or any of those appellations – name remains my biggest blot as a (fairly) young reporter/editor. Mea Maximu Culpa, John. Would that O At The Edges be as accommodating as you, though I want to add that being linked – even in error – with either of you would make any writers’ day. BTW, got Nguyen Thi Phuong Tram’s “like” and a comment re: The Sleeping Rain. Thanks for the turn-on. I tuned in and will joyously await more.
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