Highway 80 west stories. Part eleven. New friends A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A lucky traveler meet good people and is taught something by them. Highway 80 west stories. Chapter 11. New… Continue reading
The heartstrings She poured the sweet red wine into her Grandparent borrowed wine glasses with soft and tender hands. Her eyes of river blue… Continue reading
Death will bring him peace A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old true story. Death will bring peace. A pretty and kind woman sleeps alone. She turned from love and accepted solitude.… Continue reading
Johnnie in California in 1992 The word man. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need people to… Continue reading
Wildflowers dreams. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old friends face had come to me lately. His baby girl is getting marry. It is sad poem. War take the best from us. Wildflowers… Continue reading
Highway 80 west stories. Part ten. New hope and dreams. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Can leave one prison to fall into a worst one. Be free while you can. Highway 80… Continue reading
My Grandparent We are just bones/flesh and blood waiting to… Continue reading
The Coastline A Poem by Coyote Poetry In 1991, I drove from Michigan to California. I wrote this poem the day I saw the Ocean. The Coastline I fell in love with her… Continue reading
WW2 graveyard outside of Paris Never again. Forgotten words. If we have no peace,… Continue reading
Peace A Poem by Coyote Poetry Please listen to the video. His words mean more today then 29 years years ago. John Denver – Peace http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bpO0lsTQSs0 Peace There is a name for war… Continue reading