It is cut and dried.
It is Cut and dried. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old words still mean the same. It is cut and dried. Old man sitting at the Old Fox tavern. Drinking his rum… Continue reading
It is Cut and dried. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old words still mean the same. It is cut and dried. Old man sitting at the Old Fox tavern. Drinking his rum… Continue reading
Shadows of war A Story by Coyote Poetry War can catch even the cold in heart. Shadows I was a Soldier for almost 15 years. I volunteered for every dangerous mission you could… Continue reading
Quotes of a tire man. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just quotes for today. Few pay attention to a world willing to sacrifice their children for land and oil. We have learn nothing… Continue reading
What men are capable of… A Poem by Coyote Poetry I saw bad things in my life. What men have done for their hate. What men are capable of. What legacy will… Continue reading
Dead man stew A Poem by Coyote Poetry When greed and hate run the world. Our leaders are making a dead man stew. No-one will victor. Dead man stew Poor man is… Continue reading
IF I was the king of the forest. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old memories and old dreams. If I was the King of the Forest. American Soldiers drinking with boisterous and… Continue reading
What men are capable of. What legacy will we leave? I hope more then we were the one’s who stood… 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