What will be left???
What will be left? A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to show concern for Nature. Before she disappears. What will be left? I took my children to the lake. Signs are posted.… Continue reading
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“What will be left”
(Below is real. I took my grandchildren to some of these Michigan lakes. A old poem and something to think about) What will be left? A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need… Continue reading
A old poem with the same meaning-What will be left?
What will be left? A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to show concern for Nature. Before she disappears. What will be left? I took my children to the lake. Signs are… Continue reading
Today a perfect Spring day-Divine Nature
Divine Nature (Old words and thoughts) A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need long walks into the deep forest. Nature can show us we are just part of a living system that need… Continue reading
A memorial day poem—One more day
One more day. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Wars need to end. No-one win in war. Twenty one gun salute Loyalty Duty Respect Selfless service Honor Integrity Personal courage (Soldier creed) Standing… Continue reading
“What will be left?”
What will be left? A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to show concern for Nature. Before she disappears. What will be left?I took my children to the lake. Signs are posted.… Continue reading
“The songs of the season.
The songs of seasons A Story by Coyote Poetry A Native American tale. The song of fall Warm days, cold nights. Create an restless passion. I can hear the whisper of the wind… Continue reading
“Divine Nature”
Divine Nature A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need long walks into the deep forest. Nature can show us we are just part of a living system that need coöperation of all of… Continue reading
My small books of thoughts
My small books of thoughts A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. My small books of thoughts What will I leave? Have I lived a complete life? A life filled with days… Continue reading
Fire, the flame and you
Fire, the flames and you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people can inflame us. Fire, the flames and you You are my river of joy. My muse in the mist of confusion.… Continue reading