Soldier boy.
Young Johnnie waiting to go home.(1992 photo) (The Soldier who refuse to kill was released. He is a hero to me. You must stand for something. He did. ) Soldier boy. A father told me.His… Continue reading
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Night photos of Lake St. Clair. Beautiful sky. A safe world.
A beautiful sky. Merry Christmas my friends. My mind is dancing in good memories. I tell anyone who will listen. Raising children is hard work and it is worth every minute. Lake St.… Continue reading
My Christmas wish. Let’s get along. Hey brother, hey sister.
Christmas and New Year. I remember young men and women. Living, loving. Drinking and dancing. Living life fearlessly without regret. Hey brothers, hey sisters. I remember you. We were hopeful, foolish and were… Continue reading
Poetry, writing and history.
Poetry, writing and history. A Poem by Coyote Poetry History and poetry. Old timer at work told me a interesting story. He asked me did I know the reason for Memorial Day and where… Continue reading
The weeping song.
The weeping song. I wrote years ago. “When our soldiers are fighting in faraway wars. War will find us. War will come to our doorstep.” “Older men declare war. But it is youth… Continue reading
We were just men and women.
We were just Men and Women…. 20 soldiers sat and waiting in a room .The education of War written deep in their brains and hearts. Their souls became polluted with word kill, protect… Continue reading
Old soldier.
Old Soldier A Story by Coyote PoetryOnly Soldiers understand what another soldier had saw and felt. Strangers to war and violence cannot understand. When you are near death for too long. You appreciate being… Continue reading
One more day.
One more day. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Wars need to end. No-one wins in war. Twenty one gun salute Loyalty Duty Respect Selfless service Honor Integrity Personal courage (Soldier creed) Standing tall and… Continue reading
My November thoughts. Old poetry with same meaning today.
My November thoughts. Once I needed everything and I learned. Everything wasn’t needed. November is coming and the cooler and slower days I do love. I am in the November of my life.… Continue reading
Utopia of the pen and the paper.
Utopia of the pen and the paper. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last freedom is the mind. Can’t control the mind completely. Always hope hiding somewhere.: Utopia of the pen and the paper.… Continue reading