Remember who and why we know freedom?_Grandson asked

Grandson asked A Poem by Coyote Poetry Would be a better world if we saw with the eyes of the children.                                       Grandson said Memorial poetry I stopped by the nearby location… Continue reading

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_I remember you

I remember you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back.   I remember you. The summer days were… Continue reading

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_Old Painter at the beach boardwalk

Old Painter at the beach boardwalk. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to listen to the old ones. Can enlighten the mind and heart. Old painter on the beach boardwalk Old man… Continue reading

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_Old Soldier–Enjoy the 4th of the July holiday.

Old Soldier A Story by Coyote Poetry Only Soldiers understand what another soldier had saw and felt. Strangers to war and violence cannot understand. When you are near death for too long. You… Continue reading

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July 4rd is here, remember the cost and the value of freedom—At peace at last

At peace at last The Soldiers gave him a 21 gun salute. Only young and old Soldiers came to say goodbye. Old Sergeant Major finally drank himself to death. 35years a Soldier left… Continue reading

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_She wore flowers in her hair

She wore flowers in her hair. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good memories get better with time.                          She wore flowers in her hair I have descended to scattered dreams and I… Continue reading

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-A woman palms

A woman palm A Poem by Coyote Poetry The hands of a woman. Teaches love and kindness. He who treat the woman with kindness. Can stand at God feet and know he had… Continue reading

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The Foxglove Flower

Originally posted on Life With Catnip:
?? Wild vibrant pink foxglove flower Why do you grow on the cliff top overlooking the Gower? Sprouting up between rocks ruins Of unforgiving crags; So uncompromising,…

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_Mend and alter

Mend and alter A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is hard. Needs time to heal and to be reborn again.                            Mend and alter Life is simple my friends. There is consequences… Continue reading

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Originally posted on Hortus Closus:
Painting by Cyn McMurry Each moment is a Gift, tomorrow is a dream. Don’t waste your time. Regrets will slowly kill you, It’s a treacherous poison.

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