Category Archive: Soldier

What will be left???

What will be left? A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to show concern for Nature. Before she disappears.   What will be left? I took my children to the lake. Signs are posted.… Continue reading

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Memorial day

My oldest and best friend.     You became my father in 1980, you were kind to me and I remember you. I lost you, death called the old soldier home. You were… Continue reading

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Should of loved you more

Should of loved you more He left love doorway 2,500 miles away. The hardest and coldest man, he loved the whiskey and he loved the taverns. He loved the darkest days and he… Continue reading

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Letters and promises…

Letters and promises     You saved me once my dear Julie. Your kind and sweet words upon sheets of paper made me wish and hope for a better tomorrow. You wrote me.… Continue reading

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More than a name on the wall

More than a name on the wall (Freedom isn’t free. Some men and women, gave everything away for freedom.) I became the old soldier in the tavern now. Drinking with the  ghosts of… Continue reading

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At peace at last…

At peace at last A Story by Coyote Poetry A story for a good friend. Soldiers need to remember the old timers who taught us respect and how to lead. At peace at last… Continue reading

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The Gypsy dance…

The Gypsy dance   Late at night on the Monterey bay. If you listen well, can hear the strong voices and song of the Gypsies. They gather in the Winter to celebrate life… Continue reading

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Traveling and rambling man…

Traveling and rambling man.       A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just my words.     Traveling and rambling man Old Johnnie sat alone in the tavern in the city of Austin, Texas. Drinking… Continue reading

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My father’s song

My father’s song (My father passed Jack Isaacs on 29 January. Was 93 years old and he was tough as nails.)     Greatest man I ever known. He told me often. “Life… Continue reading

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The old soldier

(My father Jack Isaacs. Singing with the angels now) The old soldier Some of us had learn. The simple things are so damn sweet. The laughter of children, holding hands with love one’s… Continue reading

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