Once upon a time   -three chapters-

Once upon a time -three chapters-

A Story by Coyote Poetry

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Once upon a time   (Chapter one)


A lone man is waiting for a friend. It is a hot Summer day in late June 2018. He is sitting by the lake at Stoney Creek. He watched the mama and the children play and swim in the lake from a distance. He remembered the prettiest girl he had ever knew. It was June 1973 and she was the girl with the flowers in her hair. He loved her Irish accent and her hazel eyes. She was a poet and wanderer. He wrote a poem into an almost filled journal.



Lovely girl


Dear Abigail, Dear Abigail,
I lost you three times in my life of confusion,
we danced on fire and iron wishes.
We didn’t know,
life changes at her will.
Not ours.


Life is written in steel and ashes,
not hope and sweetness.
I do remember us.
I loved your cinnamon kisses and the long talks we had.


You were the first girl who notice me,
read my words with kind eyes,
made me feel important.


Abigail, my keepsake wish,
I never could forget you.
The Fall of life is coming and
I remember you.


You and I,
We were ambrosia wine and Port Austin trips.
Once we made great promises and today.
We meet.


Maybe a final goodbye or the kindest hello? Maybe we learned.
We were running too fast,
we had love near and forgot to hold on.



He remember her last words to him in 1973 when he was leaving for the Army training. “Johnnie, Johnnie. You want the damn Vietnam war. Please Johnnie, stay with me. The war will kill the poet, the kind man I know. You won’t return the same. You are following the Hemingway wish you hold closely. Hemingway killed himself. What did he learn? He knew love, he knew blood, he knew drink, he traveled and he died alone. Please dear Johnnie. Don’t begin a journey where you will learn realistic life. War does not teach us anything. Please stay with me. Escape to Port Austin, me and you, we could swim in Lake Huron and we could try to save our world. He remembered her tears and he didn’t know. She was right.


In 1975. In April, he remembered the final days in Vietnam. Once alive city was dying. He befriended many in the city of Saigon and he still see their faces at the gates as the U.S Army escaped in bad dreams. Trying to escape before the city was overtook. He remembered, he wasn’t afraid. He stayed for an extra tour, he liked the stress of war. He was a supply sergeant, who could wheel and deal everything from guns to food. He forgot home and his family. He received letters from mother and Grandmother. Dear Abigail quit writing after no response for 18 months. He remembered he laughed at his ugly face. Vietnam made his tender soul become dark. Today he wondered. Was his soul, always black? He was sad to leave Vietnam. The drink was strong, the nights lasted forever and soldiers lived and die daily. Each new day. One more day to live. He wrote little now, once poet became the seeker, not the writer.


He kept every letter from his father, mother and grandmother. The letters from Abigail, he read today still. Her words were honey and sweet. She wrote a poem for him in her last letter.


Live, please live and don’t forget me


Johnnie, Johnnie.
You found your damn war,
dear love,
did war teach you to forget me?
I pray for you everyday.
I pray you are safe and sound.


I see the TV,
soldiers dying and so many people being killed.
Please be safe and please remember.
I love the poet who danced with me at Port Austin.
Please don’t die and come back to me,
please be careful and remember.
I love you so.


Abigail (Sending a thousand kisses)



He was awoken by the sound of the children near and he saw the mothers taking care of their babies. He looked at his watch. At noon, dear Abigail would come to Stoney Creek. Been 24 years since their last meeting. In two hours, two different people will have a stand-off. He knew, he was the cold hearten one. Abigail tried to save him twice. She had a hard life and she had a good life. He knew life was fair. You decide your place and your journey.



Once upon a time        (Chapter two)
The day was getting warmer. The beach was getting filled with children and mothers. He went to the food area. Ordered a coffee. He went to the small hill, away from the people. He wrote into his journal.




I was twenty years old,
I didn’t recognize the person in the mirror,
young face with the dead eyes looked back and I tried to find you Abigail in the Fall of 1975.


I went to her house,
her kind father was kind to me,
he made me stay and he told me.
Johnnie, my home is your home.
Abigail at Eastern Michigan,
she would need to see you.
Johnnie, are you okay?
If you need someone to talk to.
I saw s**t in the Korea war and I can listen.
Please stay with me awhile.


I remember I stayed for one day and we talked on the phone.
You told me, please come to me now.
I hung the phone-up and I told your father.
I fear I must leave now before I create a mess.


Dear Abigail. I am sorry.
I left and I went back to the Army.
I know, I should have run to you.


I left for Germany and I drank my blues away and
I could not forget your beautiful face.


It was almost noon and he knew how she looked now. Abigail found him on a world poetry site. She saw her photo with me 1982 with one of my published poems. She was still a beauty. She wrote me. Johnnie, looking good and I have missed you. You fell off the map and disappeared. I am glad you are alive and well. Please contact me. We must talk, you must tell me your story and I can tell you my story. He wrote her. Dear Abigail, you are still as beautiful a Summer morning sun arising. I want to see you too. I am alone and I feel I shall die alone. She wrote back. Please call me Johnnie. Please call me now. They talked on the WiFi phone for hours. She made him laugh and he knew. His dear soul mate was alone too and the kinds gods of life have given him another chance. Her voice, sweet as an angel breathe. He told her. Dear Abigail, I haven’t laughed in years.


Now he waited for her and he was scared to death. Will she care for an old man? Are we reaching for the sun and the stars that cannot be touched. I wrote in the journal.


Dear Abigail


You made me laugh, you made me cry.
You were my first wish and you are now, my last wish.
Abigail dear Abigail.
My beloved.
I have loved you since you asked me to the Spring dance in 1972.
You were the prettiest girl I ever seen.
I remember we danced till we could not no-more.
You were my first love.
I didn’t know.
Love was so rare and so sweet.



He closed the journal and he saw her from a distance. She was still slim and tanned, wearing a Summer dress over a bathing suit. Her hair down to her waistline and her face. So beautiful and perfect. He wanted to run away. She caught my eyes and she begin to run to me. He stood-up and he waited till she fell into my embrace. She whispered to him. “Damn Johnnie, damn Johnnie. Where you been? Why did you leave me? Please don’t leave again. He brought her closer and he whispered. Dear Abigail, my Abigail. Everyday of my life. I prayed, you did okay. She kissed my face and she whispered. “You won’t die alone. This time I will kidnap you and never release you.”


September 1975


Johnnie went to Abigail house in late September. He had spent three months at Fort Dix, New Jersey. He lost his unit in Vietnam after he re-enlisted for the second tour. He was connected to a reserve unit from Texas and he was sent to Fort Dix when the war was over. It was a good thing. He spent three months in New York city with a kind woman. She helped him heal, he saw the pain caused by war. Made him think of what he had does to his family. The Texas unit was kind to him, promoted him to Sergeant before he departed them.


He went to his grandparent house after arriving in Detroit. His grandfather was so happy he returned home, safe and sound. The complete family went to the Italian restaurant. His Grandfather and grandmother. Had faces of joy. He remembered his dear grandmother words she spoke that day. “We lost many to the old war honey. I am so glad you are alive. Please baby, forget the war and return to us.”


Abigail’s father asked him to come in and he made them some eggs and bacon. While the toasts was cooking in the toaster. He told him. I went to the Korea war at eighteen like you did for the Vietnam war. I was a 11-bang, bang. I killed and I killed. I do remember in bad dreams. Shooting my M-60 for 8 hours. I burned out three barrels. Thousand China soldiers laid dead and rotten in front of me. I had no chose. I was drafted. He looked at him and he went to him. Touched his shoulder. He told him. Abigail’s mother saved me. She held me for five days in 1954. She wouldn’t release me. I know today, I was saved by love. We ate the bacon and eggs with a deep silence.


Abigail’s father was very kind. They played chess for hours. He was always kind to him. His family was very poor and her father ensured he had enough to live. He asked him. Remember when you met Abigail. First day of school and she was so scared. I remember you. Alone and fearless. You walked-up to Abigail who was crying and you told her. It is okay. I will be your friend. You took her hand and she quit crying. I still remember how I was thankful for the brave boy. All of us need a place to feel safe and a friend. You know, my home is your home. I am very proud of you. Are you going to call Abigail at Eastern?


He called Abigail. They talked for hours. He hung the phone-up and returned to the chess game. The father asked. Do you want me to drive you to Eastern Michigan? He looked at the father. Thank you Robert for your kindness and your friendship. I cannot add to Abigail burden. I must save myself. I am leaving for Germany in one week. All I would do is make her sad and she would worry for me. I will write her a letter. Robert looked sad and he told him. This is your decision, a bad decision. You will break Abigail’s heart.
Dear Abigail


My love, my angel. I never forgot you. I will return in three-year. You will be a nurse and I do not want to interrupt your education. I am heavy with burden. You were right. War is s**t, war teaches us nothing but pain, misery and blood. I will write you from Germany and maybe one day. You and I. Can drink coffee, walk the circle at Lake St. Clair. You are my only sweet dream I have known. I need time to heal and forget what I had done. Please forgive me for running from you. You do not need the weight of a confused man near. I love you dear Abigail, I love you, always and forever.



He gave the letter to him and he requested Abigail address at Eastern. They said little for three hours while playing many games of chess. Six beers later and some whiskey. Robert told him. I respect your decision. You are being the brave boy again. You don’t want to make Abigail suffer. You want her to succeed and I understand your decision. Remember if you need anything. Please ask for it.


He didn’t know he would never see Abigail’s father again. He would die two years later. A heart attack. He regretted he didn’t stay longer with the kind man.


(Need to finish and thank you for reading)


Dancing Coyote

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some damn fine words at that I was engrossed by the story especially the poems in betwixt the narration they meld together nicely. I want to jack slap Johnny on more than one occasion but understand all to well the mechanism behind his actions making me want to jack slap him all the more! I truly enjoyed this and look forward to reading more.

Posted 6 Months Ago

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Thank you Bad bunny. Many men had to learn the hard way. Life should be easier. I appreciate the com.. read more


Hey, has it been so long since i've been around to the Cafe. Love this amazing piece. Such emotions fills this poem within a story within a poem, ever flowing all together so perfectly. If only he had stayed around and not had gone back to the military. Oh, that poor sweet Abigail and her gracious, kind father. Well done, as always.

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5 Months Ago

Thank you dear friend for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

5 Months Ago

Or course my friend. You're very welcome.

This is Johnnie Dancing Coyote at his story telling and poetic best .. where one merges into the other perfectly and back again ...... stories and poetry like this, each based on real life love and losses need to be written and read and enjoyed and learnt from and celebrated throughout time, for the simple reason they are a record of time and moments in time in their own write...... Neville

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Thank you Neville. I appreciate your kind words.

6 Months Ago

.......... my pleasure and true sir
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WOW!! That is some strong emotional read here.

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6 Months Ago

Thank you Ryanna. I will finish tonight. I have time to read and write.
some damn fine words at that I was engrossed by the story especially the poems in betwixt the narration they meld together nicely. I want to jack slap Johnny on more than one occasion but understand all to well the mechanism behind his actions making me want to jack slap him all the more! I truly enjoyed this and look forward to reading more.

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Thank you Bad bunny. Many men had to learn the hard way. Life should be easier. I appreciate the com.. read more

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Added on April 8, 2019
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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. Remembe.. more..


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