A Michigan Summer sky..
Once a pretty Iron Mountain girl, we tasted love kiss, we did slow dances for the moon and we reached for the midnight stars. She was a lovely wish, never forgotten. ————————————————— I… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Michigan
No regrets.. My Iron Mountain gal.
No regret… A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good people bless us with their time and friendship. No regret… She was a Iron Mountain, Michigan girl.Eyes of golden brown, long legged and a robust… Continue reading
The damn road..
The damn road.. It was a cold winter day in late December. I awoke with my love.I kissed her face and lips and whispered. “Good morning. “ Her beautiful young body pressed… Continue reading
The nightingale song..
The nightingale song A Poem by Coyote Poetry Number two poem for the month of April poetry month. A Native American tale I was taught and I teach my grandchildren. … Continue reading
My Michigan dream..
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. You… Continue reading
I will never leave Michigan again..
I will never leave 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 in… Continue reading
My due reward..
My due reward… Once the kindest girl in Michigan told me. Please don’t die. You love your damn wars, maybe if you loved me more, you would leave the damn Army and stay… Continue reading
January calling..
Dear December.. The war couldn’t kill me and I returned home in 1992 and I called you.A sweet voice answered the phone and you whispered.Dear Johnnie, please come home to me. I would… Continue reading
Calling dear Michigan..
Calling dear Michigan… Dear Jenny, just leaving a message. I haven’t forgot you my sweetie. I am sorry I joined a war to escape Michigan. I wanted death and I was so tire.… Continue reading
April is poetry month. Poem number one. Sweet Jenny.
( I will attempt 30 new poems for April. The Poetry month. Now I begin. ) Dear Jenny.. I found you and I lost you dear Jenny in Michigan. I remember us. We… Continue reading