Port Austin..
Port Austin, Michigan… Lake Huron touches Port Austin, the ancient lake touches the shore and the beauty of the landscape, can take your breathe away. Port Austin, a small town. One road in… Continue reading
Port Austin, Michigan… Lake Huron touches Port Austin, the ancient lake touches the shore and the beauty of the landscape, can take your breathe away. Port Austin, a small town. One road in… Continue reading
You are my poetry my dearest love.. I was a soldier, wandering the world seeking adventure and I learn. One day, I was alone. I learn, if you escape home for a long… Continue reading
The poet, the dancer and the artist… It was last warm days of Summer, the late August warm days were appreciated. Two men and one woman are drinking their coffee near the Port… Continue reading
Home, sweet home… (For Port Austin) Sun and heat, heat and sun. The Kuwait days slow and not easy. No booze, no woman, bad food and we have read every book available. I… Continue reading
Home, sweet home…. (For Port Austin) Sun and heat, heat and sun. The Kuwait days slow and not easy. No booze, no woman, bad food and we have read every book available. I… Continue reading
Port Austin, Michigan… Lake Huron touches Port Austin, the ancient lake touches the shore and the beauty of the landscape, can take your breathe away. Port Austin, a small town. One road in… Continue reading
The Fray, the train ride to Monterey.. Part two. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Be not afraid of the Fray. The Fray take you to where you need to me. The wistful life will… Continue reading
Home, sweet home (For Port Austin) Sun and heat, heat and sun. The Kuwait days slow and not easy. No booze, no woman, bad food and we have read every book available. I… Continue reading
The poet, the dancer and the artist… It was last warm days of Summer, the late August warm days were appreciated. Two men and one woman are drinking their coffee near the Port… Continue reading