If we make it through December.
If we make it through December. Pretty Jenny was long legged and sweet as the Fall honey. She loved the Texas two-step, and I love having her body nearby. She was an Austin… Continue reading
If we make it through December. Pretty Jenny was long legged and sweet as the Fall honey. She loved the Texas two-step, and I love having her body nearby. She was an Austin… Continue reading
Merry Christmas- The Parting Glass. The Native Americans believe. The grandparent, the elders are the teachers of the children. The children are the future. Be careful what you say. The voices of the… Continue reading
Scarborough Fair. I once dance with the prettiest gal at the Scarborough fair. I told her, I wanted to marry her and to make her smile every day of her life. She smiled… Continue reading
Four short poems A Poem by Coyote Poetry 1- It is almost Christmas eve and the house is quiet. The house seems ghostly without the sound of children voices. Old man writes to the… Continue reading
Just a few quotes… 1- Enjoy your life and tried not to damage or waste too much on the road of living. 2- I love you can be spoken with the eyes. Words… Continue reading
Be kind to each other. Merry Christmas. Sober men can’t write the truth,godless men can’t see heaven.Liquor voice, does not seek salvation,only seek to repent to the whiskey bottle. We are like an… Continue reading
Our world A Poem by Coyote Poetry Merry Christmas my friends.” Our world… Grandchild plays with… Continue reading
My Grandfather’s house. (First written on 14 March 1980- Rewritten 29 December 2015) Time has moved too quickly.I have growth from a small lad to an old man. I remember following you my… Continue reading
The mystical places. A Poem by Coyote Poetry “First love, first real kiss and the first true words of love become mystical places where we can find in sweet dreams forever.” The mystical… Continue reading
Relish and relinquish A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Life is long and we must know what hold on to.” Relish… Continue reading