Colin Powell, a great man.
(I was lucky. I met Colin Powell three times. I was doing hot-refuel in the Iraq war one. We (The soldiers) would refuel Apache helicopters while they were moving. Red Cross taking wounded… Continue reading
(I was lucky. I met Colin Powell three times. I was doing hot-refuel in the Iraq war one. We (The soldiers) would refuel Apache helicopters while they were moving. Red Cross taking wounded… Continue reading
Old Grandpa wisdom.”Take a town to raise a child right. We must teach the proper ways to live and respect for every person.” Foolish people believe. “They are safe when war is far… Continue reading
You are me and I’m you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Little separate us. All people want to live. You are me and I’m… Continue reading
Words heard, borrowed and taught. They become a part of us. No shame in repeating the good words and wisdom we have learned. Today I hear my Grandfather voice when I speak. His… Continue reading
Peace, sweet peace. We have forgotten you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of war. Where are the men and women of peace? Where are the calm voices in a world gone… Continue reading