Category Archive: family

Highway 80 west stories. Part eleven. New friends

Highway 80 west stories. Part eleven. New friends A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A lucky traveler meet good people and is taught something by them.              Highway 80 west stories. Chapter 11.  New… Continue reading

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Wildflower dreams

Wildflowers dreams. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old friends face had come to me lately. His baby girl is getting marry. It is sad poem. War take the best from us.                       Wildflowers… Continue reading

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We are just bones/flesh and blood waiting to be turn to dust.

                                            My Grandparent   We are just bones/flesh and blood waiting to… Continue reading

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Peace, sweet peace. We have forgotten you.

                            WW2  graveyard outside of Paris     Never again. Forgotten words.       If we have no peace,… Continue reading

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Highway 80 west stories. Chapter nine. The real truth.

                                                Death Valley   Highway 80 west stories. Chapter nine.… Continue reading

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Wisdom for today “Family pictures”

Family pictures. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Kind people leave us with kind memories and show us how to live.                           Family pictures. Do we know when the final goodbye is? Did we… Continue reading

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Mother and child

                                                   A mother’s tears,        “Mother and child”   There is nothing as beautiful as a mother and a child.… Continue reading

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Dreams, wishes and reality.

Dreams, wishes and reality. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Looking back in time. We realize we had a good life.                                Dreams, wishes and reality. Best days in a life are simple and… Continue reading

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Highway 80 west stories. Chapter seven. Good conversation.

Highway 80 west stories. Chapter seven. Good conversation. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Ancient people can teach us how to live.                       Highway 80 west stories. Part eight.  Conversation with new friends. The… Continue reading

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We do dig our own grave. “Two out of three ain’t bad.”

Two out of three ain’t bad. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Lonely are the people who wasted love and friendship. Two out of three ain’t bad. I was sitting alone in a Austin… Continue reading

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