Earth day poem- Mother Nature A Poem by Coyote PoetryPoem 22 for April. The poetry month.                         Mother Nature… Chief Pontiac, once questions the… Continue reading →

The mystic dancers… (Poem 21 for April. The poetry month.) Was a perfect day, Lake St. Clair was dancing and the sun, sun-kissed my face. The grandchildren were enjoying the water and I… Continue reading →

I will take care of you… (Poem 20 for the month of April. The poetry month.) In the dead of long night, our wandering mind find things lost and cannot be found. Old… Continue reading →

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 windon a solitary… Continue reading →

Love, Dance and celebrate being alive… She was so beautiful. Five foot eleven inches in height. A slim and perfect body. Tan legs I desired to caress the moment I saw her walking… Continue reading →

Humble and kind… The old man sat by the St. Clair shore lake and he watched his grandchildren run and play. He had lived a long life and he knew. He knows too… Continue reading →

 A safe place, a kind face, maybe?… Someone told the loneliest lady in the bar. Johnnie wanted to die alone, with Jack Daniel and Jim Beam as his only friends. She stood behind… Continue reading →

Let it be me…. (Remembering dear Joey. Now a angel in heaven. Rory and Joey.) You are my old song, my new song. You are my place to rest sweet love.I want to… Continue reading →