The poet, the dancer and the artist..
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
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
The boardwalk… The dancing Lake Huron surround us, you are barefoot walking and your eyes of wonder, studying the lake. I tell you, I love the simple days when we can feel the… Continue reading
The poet, the dancer and the artist. A Story by Coyote Poetry The best days. Good friends and conversation. The poet, the dancer and… Continue reading
Just whispers to Lake Huron A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Just whispers to the Lake Huron You came to me in a yesterday memory and you told me Johnnie. Can’t wait… Continue reading