Barefoot dreams..
Barefoot dreams A Story by Coyote Poetry Good places and friends make distance places good dreams in old age. Barefoot dreams.. I met the Sergeant Major nightly at the Bowling alley, dance club… Continue reading
Barefoot dreams A Story by Coyote Poetry Good places and friends make distance places good dreams in old age. Barefoot dreams.. I met the Sergeant Major nightly at the Bowling alley, dance club… Continue reading
Trying to lose your memory A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry written in 1992 Trying to lose your memory.. I tried to find peace and calm in the coffee houses of Monterey,… Continue reading
You are my Spring blessing.. Loveliest girl in my world, she drank her morning coffee and her tan bare feet moving with the morning song of the birds and the nearby sea. The… Continue reading
Naked ladies and the roses.. 1- When I hold you tightly and we dance near the Big Sur sea. The sun kissed our faces and we enthralled in the miracle of love kindness.… Continue reading
We become, who we suppose to be. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Chapter three. We become, who we suppose to be.. I was station at… Continue reading
We become, who we suppose to be. Part two. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Part two. We become, who we suppose to be. (Part two)… Continue reading