Clinton River photos.
The Clinton River. We need days by the river my friends. John
The Clinton River. We need days by the river my friends. John
We will meet where the Clinton River reaches the Lake St. Clair. (April is poetry month and this is new poetry twenty-five.) I told you when we were just babies in heart. Where… Continue reading
Be a fisherman… I was taught by my father. A good day, is a family day fishing. Now I teach my grandchildren how to enjoy the Clinton River and how to catch fish.… Continue reading
She danced barefoot by the Clinton River..A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Awakening my sleeping muse. She danced barefoot by the Clinton River..) A beautiful woman danced alone by the Clinton River, her feet allowing… Continue reading
She danced barefoot by the Clinton River.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Awakening my sleeping muse. She danced barefoot by the Clinton River.. A beautiful woman danced alone by the Clinton River, her feet… Continue reading
She danced barefoot by the Clinton River.. A beautiful woman danced alone by the Clinton River, her feet allowing the movement of the river, to caress her feet. The sun, sun-kissed her beautiful… Continue reading
The Clinton River