She was a sea dancer.
She was a sea dancer. She was a painter; part-time poet and she was a sea dancer. She could paint the sea, she could paint the forest and she would paint the faces… Continue reading
Tag Archive: the sea
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One more cup of coffee. And an amazing Bob Dylan song.
One more cup of coffee. She was a California dream, in her eyes. You could see the great sea. In her voice, she could take away all my sadness. I went to her… Continue reading
Almost home. Hemingway photos.
Almost home. Took me 26 years and four bloody wars zones and I learn.Monterey was still there,the Pacific was still dancing and you could buy a cup of Irish Coffee on the pier.… Continue reading
I remember you, I remember us. And an amazing Kansas song.
I remember you, I remember us Once we were young and free. You were my California dream and I was your Hemingway. We roamed highway one for one year and we sang, drank… Continue reading
You are my Spring blessing.
(Steve Hanks painting) You are my Spring blessing. Loveliest girl in my world, she drank her morning coffee and her tan bare feet moving with the morning song of the birds and the… Continue reading
Into the west.
Into the west. The westward bound winds are calling my name, and the Pacific Ocean is whispering to me. Please Johnnie, please come dance with me, I am waiting for you. I will… Continue reading
Run with the wind and dance with the sea.
Run with the wind and dance with the sea. A Poem by Coyote Poetry When life make us sad. Need to find reason and purpose. Run with the wind. Dance with the sea…… Continue reading
The beauty and the sea.
The beauty and the sea. You saved me. You waited for me by the blessed Pacific Ocean and you turned to me. You looked at me with your sea blue eyes and I… Continue reading
Last bus going to the sea. And amazing music.
Last bus going toward the sea.. 1- I traveled 1500 miles toward the Florida sea. It was the last bus to the ocean. I was reaching for a miracle, I was dreaming of… Continue reading
2500 miles away from my Michigan love.
2500 miles from my Michigan love. Pretty Julie, my wild and tender flower.My beautiful girl who danced for me in the months of Winter,sang words of love to me in the early Spring.I… Continue reading