Sunflowers, children and dog. Photos and some words.
I became an old man. I don’t travel and I like the quiet and my dog. I became my grandfather. I take care of my garden and my grandchildren. I have learned. Life… Continue reading
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Love is like a flower garden.
We forget sometimes to show love to the people who truly loved us.) Love is like a flower garden. Once we danced in tropical clubs hidden in the dark corners of the tropics,we… Continue reading
Easy June and some photos.
Kind Michigan June. The June days are easy. Mid-month, vacation for the grandchildren. I became my grandfather. Love my garden. Ensure the garden is strong and beautiful. My tulips are my favorite. Return… Continue reading
Grandfather told me often. Life is like a garden.
The roses are coming alive. Early June blooming for my grandfather roses. My red and yellow sunflower plants growing strong. They will be 8- and 12-foot plants in August. Photo from August 2025.… Continue reading
The haunting echoes and dangerous dreams. And an amazing song.
The haunting echoes and the dangerous dreams. (April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty-two.) 1- I told the morning, yesterday is gone and today is here. I go to my garden and… Continue reading
The healer, the sunflowers.
The healer, the sunflowers. My grandfather loved his garden. Now I became like my grandfather. He loved the roses, the wildflowers and the days of Spring, the days of rebirth. He told me… Continue reading
Love posies.
Love Posies. My pretty love, dear Sheena told me. You promised me love posies, everyday of my life. You promised me morning posies and you promised to read love posies before we sleep.… Continue reading
Love is like a flower garden.
Love is like a flower gardenA Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words. (A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe forget sometimes to show love to the people who truly loved us.) Love is like a flower… Continue reading
Dead flowers.
Dead flowers. Once we tried to catch the wind. We loved the California fault line and the Pacific. She loved the black velvet whiskey and I loved her. I always brought her live… Continue reading
Coyote Garden and some words.
Pretty flowers.. I have become my grandfather. I do love my garden. My grandfather told me often. Treat the family like a garden. Water, show concern and take care of. Dancing Coyote