Daily Archive: November 8, 2020

The brown eyes girl

The brown eyes girl A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. The brown eyes girl—- Was a lonely beach, late Spring brought out the lovers of the sea. I saw near the moving and… Continue reading

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White Cliffs of Dover- Freedom isn’t free.

I have a rendezvous with Death–At some disputed barricade,When Spring comes back with rustling shadeAnd apple-blossoms fill the air—I have a rendezvous with DeathWhen Spring brings back blue days and fair. It may… Continue reading

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The Red, White and Purple Poppy.

Originally posted on willowdot21:
https://youtu.be/NkKEynoTwp8 I do not want to upset anyone but as we draw near to Rememberance Day I just wanted to share my feelings on the poppies we wear. I…

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Perspective

Originally posted on A Sliver of Life:
https://youtu.be/cIIdgtdebZE One hesitant step,then move forward other feet,on with the scramble. Over shrivelled wood,treading splintered jagged bark,yet firm strides onward. Passage treacherous,vulnerable though wary,despite camouflage. Intent…

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