The echoes of yesterday…
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
We must ensure. Today is our best day… 
The echoes of yesterday…
I wonder do we listen to the echoes?
The echoes of yesterday, I can hear them whispering to me. Be kind.
The echoes of tomorrow telling me. Walk softly with a gentle voice.
Once a kind woman held me closely and she told me. Writers must write, the poet must create songs of poetry into the late night and the singers, they must sing their song to the rising moon and the falling sun. We are just pieces of a never-ending puzzle. Trying to make our way out of the chaos and find a safe place to rest.
I told her. You are right and we are puzzles needing someone to assist us to learn, where we should be. I do hear my mentors voices. My grandfather telling me, slow and easy does it. My dear grandmother telling me. Always be kind to everyone. Now I gather the echoes of yesterday, the echoes of today and I try to be a good man.
I tell the kind woman. Dear Morningstar. Thank you for your friendship.
Coyote