Was life, everything you wanted?
Was life, everything you wanted? Once I chased you from Germany to the land of Scotland. Once we were brave and once, we danced till the songs were done in dark taverns. Once… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Scotland girl
Scarborough Fair. My Lagan lover.
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
Three fingers of Johnnie Walker. For his Scotland love.
Three fingers of the Johnnie Walker. He went back to Aberdeenshire in the Autumn of his life. He found a place to drink and to watch the sea. He wrote in his notebook.… Continue reading
I love you; I love you; I love you.
I love you; I love you; I love you. I wanted new wars and adventure. You wanted soft hands in your hands. Someone to hold you tightly in the coldness of the lonely… Continue reading
Scarborough Fair.
1- 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… Continue reading
Scottish kisses.
Scottish kisses. It was 1978 and the long days of Summer were here. Early June, warm days, weekend activities and weekend adventures to discover new places. I found safety in the German taverns.… Continue reading
Was a true love of mine.
Was a true love of mine… Once a Scottish gal, I did love. We found love on a warm Spring day and I loved her voice. She talked of Scotland and she asked… Continue reading
Memory of music.
Memory of music. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Music allowed the rebirth of memories and faces. Memory of music. Let me not fall into dreams of sadness.Allow the awful shadows of things lost.Not… Continue reading
Scarborough fair.
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
The karma of love..
he 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