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
Tag Archive: Scotland girl
Can cry a tear..
Can cry a tear.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry My first published poem. Some small press put in in 1979. Can cry a tear.. My heart still can bleed with pain and loss… Continue reading
A Scottish gal and a beautiful Nati Dreddd song.
A Scottish gal.. I told the bartender. I do adore the Scottish gals. Their voices steal me away into their beautiful eyes. I looked at the bartender and I told him. Never brake… Continue reading
We didn’t know, I didn’t know. Some little poems.
We didn’t know… I didn’t know… — I called Sheena in Scotland in the Winter of 1980 and I told her. Beautiful Sheena, I miss you so and I am so sorry. She… Continue reading
Sweet red wine..
Sweet red wine.. The sweet new wines of Germany came out.They are cheap and tasty.It was a beautiful late summer day.The youth of the city of Boeblingen surrounded the lake drinking the wine… Continue reading
The Scarborough fair..
The Scarborough Fair… One ” I told the white cliffs of Dover. My wars are over and I have forgotten my face, my voice, my home . I have become a stranger.” Two … 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
Hold me, kiss me.. And a amazing Johnny Mathis song..
Hold me, kiss me.. My beautiful Sheena, in your arms. You chase away my nightmares. When you hold me, when you kiss me. I can’t remember the sadness of yesterday. When you sing… Continue reading
Dreaming of Scotland..
Dreaming of Scotland… She was as pretty as a picture,fate had brought her to me at a dark tavern in Germany.Her raging brown eyes andauburn hair across gentle and soft shoulders.Her fragrance of… Continue reading