She danced barefoot by the Clinton River…

Legacy, some little poetry.

Just talk to me…

Texas jazz….

The Texas Jazz, I do need..

Alone in the darkness…

Alone in the darkness. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Some people lose their way and can’t find real peace.                                  Alone in the darkness… The chronicle of life are stages. We can act many… Continue reading →

Wildflowers dreams…

Wildflower dreams. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Some memories are held forever.                         Wildflower dreams… I sit among the wildflowers.Growing where they desire and free.The sweet sense of the wildflowers takes me back to… Continue reading →