I was nineteen..
I was just nineteen… 15,000 day ago, he was a soldier. He learn the soldier’s minute, fight or die? kill or run?Young man thought he was saving his world, he came home, was… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Soldier
Memorial Days photos and a poem.
A willow tree… When I am done, bury me under a willow tree. I love the willow trees, they reach for the sun and they hug the earth. Dancing Coyote Let’s remember. Freedom… Continue reading
Memorial Day poetry. Freedom isn’t free.
Raise your glass high and thank the Soldiers for standing tall.I drink a Miller Lite on 24 August for my good friend missed. Raise your glass to remember SSG. Donald N. Davis and all… Continue reading
Memorial day poetry.. My home is Northern Michigan..
My home is Northern Michigan….. I sat by the Cherry trees of Michigan in Northern Michigan and I remembered a good friend. He was not young, he served in the Army. 25 years,… Continue reading
Memorial Day poetry. Soldier on.
Memorial Day poetry- Soldier on A Poem by Coyote Poetry Memorial Day. May 30. Soldier on…. Memorial Day is coming, and I will put coins on the fallen soldier’s gravestone. In the early morning… Continue reading
Memorial Day poetry. The soldier table..
I left a boy, I came back a season man.I learned the drills of the soldier,befriended many good men and women. Soldiers drink, soldiers dance and they celebrate each new day. I followed… Continue reading
Memorial Day poetry. Old soldier..
Old Soldier A Story by Coyote Poetry Only Soldiers understand what another soldier had saw and felt. Strangers to war and violence cannot understand. When you are near death for too long. You appreciate… Continue reading
Locked and loaded..
Locked and loaded.. The old Soldiers knows. The madness of youth was the temptation of sweet wine and the fighting and dying for something worthwhile. It was their strength and their weakness. A… Continue reading
When the war is over..
When the war is over.. I haven’t been right, maybe I won’t be right again, I left war and war found me. Friends faces are hanging with me, a heavy sadness. My friends,… Continue reading
The soldier Bacchus prayer..
( Bacchas blessing are a treasure. Drinking is the soldier pleasure, Rich the treasure, sweet the plesure. Sweet is pleasure after pain. John Dryden.) The soldier Bacchus prayer. ( April is poetry month.… Continue reading