We must be, like the sea
We must be, like the sea (“Bacchus wine are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier pleasure; Rich the pleasure, sweet the pleasure, sweet is the pleasure after pain.”—-John Dryden) I told the Pacific… Continue reading
We must be, like the sea (“Bacchus wine are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier pleasure; Rich the pleasure, sweet the pleasure, sweet is the pleasure after pain.”—-John Dryden) I told the Pacific… Continue reading
Free bird I sang a old lullaby to the Lake St. Clair. “Johnnie, Johnnie. Where you been? Where are you going?Once free man, his face had change. Maybe the wings been cut away?… Continue reading
Love is like a flower garden A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. (A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe forget sometimes to show love to the people who truly loved us.) Love is like a… Continue reading
Our children A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Our children… Continue reading