Category Archive: Native American

The Island- part six

The Island- part six A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new chapter finally.                                          … Continue reading

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Children in time,

  Children in time I took a walk by Lake Saint Clair. The Summer days were leaving and the days of Fall were here. I looked at the morning sun and I touched the… Continue reading

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Lake St. Clair prayer

A Lake St. Clair prayer A Poem by Coyote Poetry I spend the day alone by Lake St. Clair. Wrote many new poems.                               A Lake St. Clair prayer I’m far from my… Continue reading

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Lake Gichigana- The great lakes

Lake Gichigana   Once free land held a great nation, the first people lived in peace with the forest, the rivers and the big lake. Lake Gichigana was kind to the original people.… Continue reading

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The Island- first four chapters.

The Island-  first four chapters. (40 more to go.) The Island- Part one A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A dream turned story. The Island   I am sitting alone near Lake Huron in… Continue reading

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The Island- part four

(The Island- part four A Chapter by Coyote Poetry New chapter)   The Island- part four   I liked the Captain face. He had a ancient and kind face. He took my hands… Continue reading

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One earth, one people.

One earth, one people   Who remembered the people who once lived in the dead cities? Bombs, war and soldiers torn apart once great cities. Where did the people go? Who is responsible?… Continue reading

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The Island- part three

(The Island- part three A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new chapter.)   The Island- part three   I remembered Nicole song and her soft hands caressing my face and chest. I fell… Continue reading

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The Island- part two

(The Island- Part two A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A story.)   The Island- part 2   Lana sat to the left of me and Nicole to the right. Lana told me, I… Continue reading

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A Monterey Summer day

A Monterey Summer day   The poet sat alone drinking his coffee near the Monterey Bay. He was 35 years old and he felt like he had lived five lifetimes. The soldiers in… Continue reading

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