The Island

The Island

A Book by Coyote Poetry
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A story that came into my dream. Was real or not?? Maybe??

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© 2019 Coyote Poetry


Author's Note

Coyote Poetry
It is terrible when your mind forsaken you. I sit by Lake Huron at Port Austin. I love the strong waves of the lake today. Today I remembered a Island, somewhere in time, somewhere where I found peace and salvation. I believe I went to this island often in my youth. I remember the beauty of the island, the long bridge that took me to small houses and cabins. A downtown area filled with many bars and good restaurants. I remember the names of two women. Lana and Nicole. I remember holding hands, long talks and nights, where I was safe from the world, near but afar.

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der John... the warmth of a woman's or a man's hand...
extended to share the sound of the waves and perhaps
the fire in a Cave... safe from the wind and rain and storms
of life. The sacred vows of kinship... like a Ship tossed in the
midst of uncertain destiny. tenderly, Pat

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

3 Years Ago

Thank you dear Pat. I am editing and working on this story. This story found me in my dreams. I appr.. read more



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I love reading books here these days! I'll be looking forward to reading yours, dear friend Coyote.

Posted 3 Years Ago


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Coyote Poetry

3 Years Ago

Hello dear Divya. This is my project now. I have five more chapters to write. Thank you for reading .. read more
der John... the warmth of a woman's or a man's hand...
extended to share the sound of the waves and perhaps
the fire in a Cave... safe from the wind and rain and storms
of life. The sacred vows of kinship... like a Ship tossed in the
midst of uncertain destiny. tenderly, Pat

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

3 Years Ago

Thank you dear Pat. I am editing and working on this story. This story found me in my dreams. I appr.. read more
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DAH
I love these memories, soft and warm, cozy too.

"I remember the names of two women. Lana and Nicole.
I remember holding hands, long talks and nights"

This is what I'm talking about, soft and warm.

Bravo!

DAH

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

4 Years Ago

Thank you for reading and the kind words. I do appreciate.
DAH

4 Years Ago

My pleasure!

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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. Remember .. more..

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