Tag Archive: History

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

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Peace, mercy and forgiveness.

                                                                                                            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

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Shadows of war. (Memorial day is coming. Remember the old and new Soldiers.)

Shadows of war A Story by Coyote Poetry War can catch even the cold in heart.                         Shadows of war. I was… Continue reading

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Peace

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

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War and peace.

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

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Shadows

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

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A Sergeant Joyce Kilmer poem and one of my poems.

   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

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Mercy

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

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