Ojibwa Grandmother chant
Ojibwa Grandmother chant A Poem by Coyote Poetry I lost my Ojibwa Grandmother in 1981. I tried to be like her. Children must know freedom and not be afraid of life. Ojibwa… Continue reading
Ojibwa Grandmother chant A Poem by Coyote Poetry I lost my Ojibwa Grandmother in 1981. I tried to be like her. Children must know freedom and not be afraid of life. Ojibwa… Continue reading
I can show you God A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just thoughts and things to ponder on” I can show you God.. The great search for God is fruitless for some. I… Continue reading
A good day to be alive my friend. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Each day is a opportunity to do something good. A good day to be… Continue reading
Babbling of a insane man. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry You must dance with life and death to know real peace. Chapter one The chess game I drove to Austin, Texas… Continue reading
Ancient warrior A Poem by Coyote Poetry Blood cannot change. Sometime must go back to your place of birth to learn peace. Ancient warrior I drove to the forest. Away from the city.… Continue reading
It is Cut and dried. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old words still mean the same. It is cut and dried. Old man sitting at the Old Fox tavern. Drinking his rum… Continue reading
The silence and the sea. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to listen to the sea, the wind and rebirth each day hopeful and ready. The silence and the sea Blessed… Continue reading
The songs of the seasons A Story by Coyote Poetry A Native American tale. The song of fall Warm… Continue reading
(Last day with my father.) He left me with strength and wisdom. We must do the right things. Father’s… Continue reading