Walking with giants- number one… My two grand-boys are sleeping in the other room at 5am. I awoke early after a good dream and the house is quiet. I dreamed about my grandfathers.… Continue reading
Walking with giants- number two.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I was writing poetry in my dreams. I hope you enjoy. Walking with giants- number two.. I am sixty-four years old and I am… Continue reading
Hello. Just Johnnie checking in. I hope you are doing well. I wanted to call you. I wanted to tell you. I miss your smile, your laughter. Next years when the days of… Continue reading
Two Brothers A Poem by Coyote Poetry I learn how fragile life can be in 1988-1989. Better to be kind to your friends and family. World punish them enough already. Two brothers.. (Almost Christmas.… Continue reading
My Grandfather house (First written on 14 March 1980- Rewritten 29 December 2015) Time has moved too quickly.I have growth from a small lad to a old man. I remember following you my… Continue reading
The strong and the blessed.. Today I am a old man. I lived in many places and I have lived many lives. I was a businessman, I was a soldier and I was… Continue reading
My father’s burdens. A Poem by Coyote Poetry My father taught me to appreciate laughter and woman. My father’s burdens (My father was a Ojibwa/Mexican man in 1950 USA. He never allowed… Continue reading
Bounded love. Till my last breathe. The moment I held you. Sweet child of mercy. You brought hope to my sad heart. Your laughter, your smile. Now each day. I look forward to… Continue reading