Pfeiffer beach. Morning glory..
Morning glory A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to open your eyes and see the glory of the new day and beauty near.” Morning glory… The smell of fresh coffee and pancakes cooking… Continue reading
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The word Freedom had many meanings..
The word “Freedom” had many meanings. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words. Could have different meanings. The word “Freedom”. I learn the word “Freedom” can be defined in many forms. I stood with… Continue reading
Remember freedom isn’t free.. For July 4th.
Remember freedom isn’t free. July 4th is coming. We need leaders in integrity, honor and selfless service.. I sat by the Cherry trees of Michigan in Northern Michigan and I remembered a good… Continue reading
Almost home..
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
The silence and the sea..
The silence and the sea. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to listen to the sea, the wind and rebirth each day hopeful and ready. The silence and the sea.. Blessed is… Continue reading
The daylight fading..
The daylight fading…. Once the most kindest woman in Texas weaved me a safe place to be. Dearest Jayne use to hold me tightly and she sang songs of love to me late… Continue reading
Where are you?
Where are you? A Poem by Coyote Poetry We lose people, and we learn we need them. Where are you? Do you remember me?Do you think of me on the lonely nights?Was I… Continue reading
We were young once..
We were young once… “We poets in our youth begin with gladness; But there off in the end despondency and madness.” Wordsworth “Soldiers rest! Thy warfare o’er, Dream of fighting fields no more:… Continue reading
Scottish gal kisses..
The sweetest Scottish gal kisses My gun are locked away. My mind and my body is tire. I came to Aberdeenshire to remember a memory. Once young brave soldier told his auburn hair… Continue reading
A twisted lullaby, maybe?
A twisted lullaby, maybe? Was the first of June and Johnnie and Lucy wanted a adventure. Johnnie told his dear Lucy, I have loved you yesterday and today. And today I love you… Continue reading