Katy Funke song and a poem.
The September song…. The leave are turning and the nights are cooler. The children are playing outside, enjoying the last days of Summer. I have become like the Autumn, my once young and … Continue reading
The September song…. The leave are turning and the nights are cooler. The children are playing outside, enjoying the last days of Summer. I have become like the Autumn, my once young and … Continue reading
I will waltz and sing with the angels I wrote some names down to paper, each name were kind mentors to me. In quiet prayers, I pray to sit with them again, talk… Continue reading
The strong and the blessed Today I am a old man. I lived in many places and I have lived many lives. I was a businessman, I was a soldier and I was… Continue reading
My Grandfather house (First written on 14 March 1980, I gave to my grandfather- Rewritten 29 December 2015 and now I am the grandfather) Time has moved too quickly. I have growth from… Continue reading
Gypsy soul Once, I walked in the clouds, The highest Honduras mountains, I stood upon. I was a free man. Once, I danced with the Pacific, the Winter storms taught me.… Continue reading
For Grandpa A Poem by Coyote Poetry For Grandpa (Written for my Grandfather in June of 1980. Was posted in his kitchen till his death.) Time had surpass. I have growth from… Continue reading
Did I tell you? Did I tell you how thankful I’m for you, my dear Grandparent? You gave me shelter, shared meals and wisdom. You taught me how to live. To appreciate life,… Continue reading
Hands of stone A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love make our hands of stone, soft and tender to the people we love and care for Hands of stone Life is hard. Gentleness… Continue reading