A good day to be alive my friend. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Each day is a opportunity to do something good. A good day to be alive my friend.. (Can you… Continue reading
What the children see… The children smile, the children laugh. Their eyes of wonder see a world of opportunities to test life, befriend many. A child doesn’t see color, the child doesn’t see… Continue reading
Bang, bang… You were my Tijana Radeska and I was your Doc Holliday. We loved to argue, we love to wrestle till we fell into secret kisses near the Lake St. Clair. You… Continue reading
Let it be… Old man sitting alone… Sitting on the cliffs of Pacific Grove. You can see the Pacific ocean forever. Miles of the beautiful and powerful sea. He write… Continue reading
What do we have left? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just thoughts turned into words. What do we have left? (Take away love, and Earth is our tomb.) Robert Browning Joy and love.… Continue reading