Be a fisherman…
Be a fisherman… I was taught by my father. A good day, is a family day fishing. Now I teach my grandchildren how to enjoy the Clinton River and how to catch fish.… Continue reading
Be a fisherman… I was taught by my father. A good day, is a family day fishing. Now I teach my grandchildren how to enjoy the Clinton River and how to catch fish.… Continue reading
Dreaming of Texas A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to have had danced many dances and knew a lot of laughter. A good life isn’t the money in the bank. It is the wealth… Continue reading
1- Open doors Open the shades wide.Lite the incense candles of lavender and sweet wild flowers.Don’t be afraid of the dark and lonely nights.We are just flesh and bones.Needing to dance into the… Continue reading
The poet and the artist. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to befriend many who love the sea. The poet and the artist… A poet… Continue reading
Love and hate… Sitting by the Monterey bay alone.Thinking about a missed woman.I made a wish.It wasn’t the first star,but I made the wish anyway. Stars so very bright, so many I can’t… Continue reading
A solace and a blessing…. . The good cognac and German wines kept me in my woeful and tranquil state. I was lost, fainthearted and raging mad at life. Death and dreams were shattered… Continue reading
I am thankful.. I saw my face in the mirror.I was surprised to see a old man looking back. I was sixty-six years old.I watch my grandchildren daily andthey keep going forward.Their big… Continue reading
The karma of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry When we are young. We waste the gift of love. The Karma of Love.. Written on 5 March 1985 I remember when the sparkles… Continue reading