Tag Archive: Family

Hands of stone

Hands of stone A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love make our hands of stone, soft and tender to the people we love and care for                                   Hands of stone Life is hard. Gentleness… Continue reading

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Hold silence and listen

Hold Silence and listen A Poem by Coyote Poetry We learn too late to listen. Silence and listen Old man sitting alone and he is talking to the wind.  Sending apologies to old… Continue reading

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“The canvas of love”

The canvas of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry True love is real art. We must use our imagination, draw out plans. Touch with gentle movements create emotion that will expand to great… Continue reading

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“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 tall… Continue reading

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“Everything”

Everything A Poem by Coyote Poetry How much do we truly need?                                  Everything If I lost everything. Would  I become afraid? We live in a time. Where needing more and more is… Continue reading

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“A mother tears”

A mother tears. A Poem by Coyote Poetry For my dear mother. Woman bare the glory and honor of protecting their children. Look into a eyes of a woman. You can learn a… Continue reading

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“I understand why we protect the wildflowers now”

I understand why we protect the wildflowers now. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Wildflowers are protected in Michigan. Took me years to understand why.                  I understand why we protect the wildflowers now.… Continue reading

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Irena Sendler “An Angel among us”

Remember this lady?  

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“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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“Thankful”

      Thankful I saw my face  in the mirror at Chucky’s Cheese. I was surprised to see a old man looking back. I was fifty six years old. Holding my Grandson.… Continue reading

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