Two poems about life, war, peace and death. Remember what John Denver said. “War is man’s sin.” Prayer for peace.. Guns and bombs block outthe cries for peace.New graves with white crossesfor brave… Continue reading
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
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
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
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 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
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
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.. 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.. 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
