Indigenous people day poem- Oct. eleven.
Wisdom of the Medicine wheel…. I have been lucky. Many kind Native Americans took me under their wing and taught me how to find peace. At the Mall I went to the so-call… Continue reading
Wisdom of the Medicine wheel…. I have been lucky. Many kind Native Americans took me under their wing and taught me how to find peace. At the Mall I went to the so-call… 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
The last time I saw your face, my kind friend. I remember. When we are blessed with youth and vinegar. We don’t know. We have few mentors and people who shall love us.… Continue reading
Gift A Poem by Coyote Poetry Please watch the video. Word to know and live by. What hold value? I told the busy man. A controlled and organized life. It will leave you… Continue reading
Existence of love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry For dear Grandparent missed. Existence of love. Ice cream with a cherry. A safe warm house. A big yard to play in. Kind smiles and… Continue reading