Tag Archive: Pacific Ocean

Free bird

Free bird A Poem by Coyote Poetry Ain’t no real freedom. Even the free bird need a place to rest. Free bird We built our love upon straw and paper. We didn’t know… Continue reading

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Please come home to me.

A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just good song and story.                       Please come home to me I called you from Monterey. I told… Continue reading

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“My earth, our earth”

      My Earth, our Earth   What have we done to you? Beautiful Earth. We have destroyed the great forest, polluted the great seas and lakes Took ancient  people from their… Continue reading

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The lost and found

The lost and found A Poem by Coyote Poetry When love is misplaced. hard to find again.                      The lost and found I loved the Monterey  nights.  I would walk from Fort Ord,… Continue reading

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“Divine nature”

Divine Nature A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need long walks into the deep forest. Nature can show us we are just part of a living system that need cooperation of all of… Continue reading

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The lucky or the crazy?

The lucky or the crazy? A Poem by Coyote Poetry I lived on the coastline of California for three years. No better place to be.              The lucky or the crazy We danced… Continue reading

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My favorite poem “The coastline”

        The Coastline I fell in love with her on a December morning. I stop my truck and I was star struck at her beauty. Her power. I walk quickly… Continue reading

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No words Wednesday. I almost made Big Sur.

Had plans to visit the California coastline. Things went wrong. It is okay. Now dear family is my Monterey.   Big Sur and Monterey coastline It is God’s country. Still had a feel… Continue reading

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“Divine Nature”

Divine Nature A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need long walks into the deep forest. Nature can show us we are just part of a living system that need coöperation of all of… Continue reading

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Barefoot dreams

Barefoot dreams A Story by Coyote Poetry Good places and friends make distance places good dreams in old age.      Barefoot dreams I met the Sergeant Major nightly at the Bowling alley, dance… Continue reading

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