Souvenirs
Grandparent Grandparent. Souvenirs A Poem by Coyote Poetry The odd things we hold special in old age. Souvenirs. A old box filled with simple gifts. Shiny stones from the Big… Continue reading
Grandparent Grandparent. Souvenirs A Poem by Coyote Poetry The odd things we hold special in old age. Souvenirs. A old box filled with simple gifts. Shiny stones from the Big… Continue reading
Death Valley United States Soldiers graveyard outside of Paris. Peace, mercy and forgiveness. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Forgiveness and the lost of hate. Is mercy for our spirit. Can’t live in… Continue reading
Shadows of war A Story by Coyote Poetry War can catch even the cold in heart. Shadows of war. I was… Continue reading
Peace A Poem by Coyote Poetry Please listen to the video. His words mean more today then 29 years years ago. John Denver – Peace http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bpO0lsTQSs0 Peace There is a name for war… Continue reading
War and Peace I have stood with soldiers in war and peace. We laughed and cried together. We celebrated life and death. We traveled to where we were told and did what… Continue reading
Shadows A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can’t escape the bad or the good done in a life. Shadows My sister told me. “You have changed. ” She told me. “You saw too… Continue reading
Tree (Sergeant Joyce Kilmer. Born December 6, 1886-died in battle july 30, 1918. My favorite poem. So beautiful and true.) I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a… Continue reading
Mercy A Story by Coyote Poetry (A sad poem. We need more friends. More kindness.) Mercy… Young black man. 22 year old. He sat alone and ate alone in the mess hall for… Continue reading