A Poem by Coyote Poetry
One, wild man was restless, fearless, a hurricane.
He loved rhyme, verse and epic poetry about love, war and nature.
He would drink, sing, dance into the midnight hours.
He wanted a voyage of a tantalizing life where one day.
He would use his pen like a painter, using the brushstrokes to create perfect landscapes
and beautiful portraits.
His fire and brimstone life, led him to the lost and found.
He ached for places, faces and home.
He wished he planted a garden and he watched her grow.