Once we were young and free. You were my California dream and I was your Hemingway. We roamed highway one for one year and we sang, drank and ate life life like a starving child.
You were my fearless angel. You wanted the Winter storms and suicide boarding. You wanted to free-climb every free-standing mountain near. We had no debts and the old dodge truck. She was willing to take us anywhere.
I remember us in San Francisco. Dancing in the streets and laughing at life. We were fearless, bold and uncaged. You were my perfect beauty and we forsaken home and steady place. We believed living and dying was the open road and new place.
You and I had. Good drink, sweet wine and the sea. 365 days and nights we slept by the sea in our sleeping bag and we allowed the sea to sing to us. The song of freedom.
Today I looked in the mirror and I see fragrant of who I was. Once I vowed to never allow the walls of life to send me to the silence grave. I would not forsake the amorous need of love and kiss. I promised myself in 1996. Never to leave the sea and never to leave us.
Today an old man and his silent pen. He remembered the days of being reckless and his mistress the Pacific ocean. He remember your summer dresses of his love and tracing tender skin by the sea of his lover with no place to go.
I remember you, I remember us. Where are you sweet and kind lover? I pray you are dancing by sea, singing song to the sleeping gods of the sea and still know a glimpse of freedom and the open road.
I wrote down my final wish. When my body is tire and done. Give me a Native American burial and please empty my ashes into the Pacific ocean. Maybe one day. You and I will find same place once again.
We will never leave the sea and learn the laughter of wild children who loved the sea, loved to dance and drink. Never gave into a demanding world that leave us empty and alone.
First of all, I just want to say how much I'm enjoying your current flow of new poetry. It feels like you're very prolific lately! *smile* Now I want you to know this message transported me to a few of these similar type of lover/wanderer experiences in my youthful adulthood. Now I want to write something in a similar vein to commemorate some of my own wild hairs. Love all the detailed memories here . . . reminds me of my home state of California, of course! (((HUGS)))
It was dear California. Thank you dear friend for reading and the comment.
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I loved this piece of yours so much, I had to write something from a similar time in my own life . ... read moreI loved this piece of yours so much, I had to write something from a similar time in my own life . . . just posted it this morning: "Goose Prairie" . . . thanks for the inspiration! (((HUGS)))
Such wonderful memories! So easy to remember glorious times together with the one you love. Thank you John for stirring some long forgotten memories in me.
First of all, I just want to say how much I'm enjoying your current flow of new poetry. It feels like you're very prolific lately! *smile* Now I want you to know this message transported me to a few of these similar type of lover/wanderer experiences in my youthful adulthood. Now I want to write something in a similar vein to commemorate some of my own wild hairs. Love all the detailed memories here . . . reminds me of my home state of California, of course! (((HUGS)))
It was dear California. Thank you dear friend for reading and the comment.
6 Years Ago
I loved this piece of yours so much, I had to write something from a similar time in my own life . ... read moreI loved this piece of yours so much, I had to write something from a similar time in my own life . . . just posted it this morning: "Goose Prairie" . . . thanks for the inspiration! (((HUGS)))
Incredible. I loved this one too. You do have a way with words. I have always enjoyed reading your poetry/prose. Keep up the good work! Thanks for sharing! Suze
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Thank you Suze. I appreciate the many comment.
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You're welcome. Your pieces are a pleasure to read. :)
This poem flies like the wind as we follow it to the sea. " You were my California Dream and I was your Hemingway.""He remembered the days of being reckless and his mistress the Pacific Ocean." Superb imagery and eloquent words. Thank you for letting us share the road of your life with you Coyote!
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Thank you Annette. Maybe old man Johnnie can become the free and wild old man?
No. Slow-downed for awhile. Raised four children and worked and worked.
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God bless you Johnnie. You did a good job with your life. I can tell by the words you write that you.. read moreGod bless you Johnnie. You did a good job with your life. I can tell by the words you write that your spirit still rides free and wild always...
Indeed a touching tale of old memories and the freedom only the young can have Coyote. Told as always with such pathos.
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You are right my friend. Good to be young and foolish. Maybe one day. I will be old and foolish? Tha.. read moreYou are right my friend. Good to be young and foolish. Maybe one day. I will be old and foolish? Thank you John for reading and the comment.
A Poet and writer who love to read and write.
My pleasure is reading about the bad and good in a life.
Also to honor the Poets/Writers of the past by reading their words.
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