Happy 4th of July- Old soldier
“OLD SOLDIER” Old Soldier A Story by Coyote Poetry Only Soldiers understand what another soldier had seen and felt. Strangers to war and violence cannot understand. When you are near death for… Continue reading
“OLD SOLDIER” Old Soldier A Story by Coyote Poetry Only Soldiers understand what another soldier had seen and felt. Strangers to war and violence cannot understand. When you are near death for… Continue reading
A witness to life… I left the Army in 2000. I wanted to see my kids grow-up. Good friends didn’t. Old wars didn’t effect me. I fought the quick… Continue reading
Should of loved you more He left love doorway 2,500 miles away. The hardest and coldest man, he loved the whiskey and he loved the taverns. He loved the darkest days and he… Continue reading
Letters and promises You saved me once my dear Julie. Your kind and sweet words upon sheets of paper made me wish and hope for a better tomorrow. You wrote me.… Continue reading
More than a name on the wall (Freedom isn’t free. Some men and women, gave everything away for freedom.) I became the old soldier in the tavern now. Drinking with the ghosts of… Continue reading
Please take my hand, please take my heart. Old man told the young soldier in the Fort Louis NCO club. You must die to learn to live you must lose everything to… Continue reading
At peace at last A Story by Coyote Poetry A story for a good friend. Soldiers need to remember the old timers who taught us respect and how to lead. At peace at last… Continue reading
Witness to life I told people with my writing for many years. If the wars, don’t stop. War will come to our doorstep. Today war had found our USA cities. The war… Continue reading
Traveling and rambling man. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just my words. Traveling and rambling man Old Johnnie sat alone in the tavern in the city of Austin, Texas. Drinking… Continue reading
My father’s song (My father passed Jack Isaacs on 29 January. Was 93 years old and he was tough as nails.) Greatest man I ever known. He told me often. “Life… Continue reading