What men are capable of…
What men are capable of… A Poem by Coyote Poetry I saw bad things in my life. What men have done for their hate. What men are capable of. What legacy will… Continue reading
What men are capable of… A Poem by Coyote Poetry I saw bad things in my life. What men have done for their hate. What men are capable of. What legacy will… Continue reading
Dead man stew A Poem by Coyote Poetry When greed and hate run the world. Our leaders are making a dead man stew. No-one will victor. Dead man stew Poor man is… Continue reading
IF I was the king of the forest. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old memories and old dreams. If I was the King of the Forest. American Soldiers drinking with boisterous and… Continue reading
What men are capable of. What legacy will we leave? I hope more then we were the one’s who stood… Continue reading
Grandparent Grandparent. Souvenirs A Poem by Coyote Poetry The odd things we hold special in old age. Souvenirs. A old box filled with simple gifts. Shiny stones from the Big… Continue reading
War and Peace I have stood with soldiers in war and peace. We laughed and cried together. We celebrated life and death. We traveled to where we were told and did what… Continue reading
Shadows A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can’t escape the bad or the good done in a life. Shadows My sister told me. “You have changed. ” She told me. “You saw too… Continue reading
Tree (Sergeant Joyce Kilmer. Born December 6, 1886-died in battle july 30, 1918. My favorite poem. So beautiful and true.) I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a… Continue reading