Tag Archive: Scotland

I love you, I love you, I love you’

  I love you, I love you, I love you   I wanted new wars and adventure. You wanted  my hands in your hands. Someone to hold you tightly in the coldness of… Continue reading

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The Scottish kisses

The Scottish kisses It was 1978 and the long days of Summer were here. Early June, warm days, weekend activities and weekend adventures to discover new places. I found safety in the German… Continue reading

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The song of the living

The song of the living A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words The song of the living The song of the living, the song of the dead Songs sung to celebrate life and… Continue reading

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“Dreaming of Scotland”

Dreaming of Scotland A Poem by Coyote Poetry For a sweet woman. I won’t forget.                        Dreaming of Scotland She was as pretty as a picture. Fate had brought her to me at… Continue reading

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“The season of love”

The season of love A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Old memories. The seasons of love Late August 1978. My Scotland Beauty and I were enjoying our last days and nights together. She was… Continue reading

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“Dreaming of Scotland”

Dreaming of Scotland A Poem by Coyote Poetry For a sweet woman. I won’t forget.                        Dreaming of Scotland She was as pretty as a picture. Fate had brought her to me at… Continue reading

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“Dreaming of Scotland

Dreaming of Scotland   A Poem by Coyote Poetry For a sweet woman. I won’t forget.                        Dreaming of Scotland She was as pretty as a picture. Fate had brought her to me… Continue reading

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_I remember you

I remember you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old thoughts and poetry                   I remember you You taught me what love was. You taught me what  tenderness could be my  Scotland beauty. You… Continue reading

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One of my favorite “Dreaming of Scotland”

Dreaming of Scotland A Poem by Coyote Poetry For a sweet woman. I won’t forget.                        Dreaming of Scotland She was as pretty as a picture. Fate had brought her to me at… Continue reading

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My favorite. Good memories become gold with time.

Sweet red wine A Poem by Coyote Poetry Youth is the best days in a life. Days are long. Love is possible.                                    Sweet red wine              … Continue reading

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