Great sadness.
Our children. Our joy. Three of the four children murdered in Oxford, Michigan. I am praying for them and their family. Today our children feel less safe. Time for “All of us”. To… Continue reading
Our children. Our joy. Three of the four children murdered in Oxford, Michigan. I am praying for them and their family. Today our children feel less safe. Time for “All of us”. To… Continue reading
My Michigan dream… “Hush my sweet baby, don’t you cry. I am here, I shall never leave you, when the chills of the night come, I shall keep you warm and safe.… Continue reading
Michigan Photos, August.
Tender loving care A Poem by Coyote Poetry Real love is given without the desire of reward. Tender loving care She had big blue eyes. She sat on my lap at the college… Continue reading
I will Never left Michigan again Years ago. I visit 40 countries. Drank wine in Basel and Paris, I danced in the streets of Florence and I read poetry at Hyde Park… Continue reading
My Michigan dream “Hush my sweet baby, don’t you cry. I am here, I shall never leave you, when the chills of the night come, I shall keep you warm and safe.… Continue reading
Home, sweet home. Part two. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Home, sweet home (For Port Austin)… Continue reading
Dear Michigan Promises made and promises broken. Left me where I started. I left you in Michigan trying to find the place where I could feel alive. I found wars, new cities and… Continue reading
The Clinton River
The amazing tree near lake St. Clair.