The 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
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
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
Remembering the fragrance of Winter A Poem by Coyote PoetryA story Remembering the fragrance of Winter… I had lived the… Continue reading
Remembering the fragrance of Winter A Poem by Coyote PoetryI remember you. Do you remember me? Remembering the fragrance of… Continue reading
40 cents more ———————————————————————————————- I called Scotland at 10 pm, hoping for a proper goodbye, Beautiful Sheena answered her telephone and she told me, Johnnie, I forgave you, We held love for a… Continue reading
Dreaming of Scotland A Poem by Coyote Poetry For a sweet woman. I won’t forget. Dreaming of Scotland She was as pretty as a picture. Fate had brought her to me at a… Continue reading
My Bonnie gal I am going to Aberdeen, to be near the sea. I am waiting for a miracle, my Scotland blessing. I have loved the ginger-hair girl, eyes of hazel… Continue reading
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… Continue reading
I love you, I love you, I love you I wanted new wars and adventure. You wanted my hands in your hands. Someone to hold you tightly in the coldness of… Continue reading
The 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… Continue reading