Hi Friends… How’s your summer going? Good… me too. For some of us, this poem will be nostalgic… for others, it’ll be ancient history. Hopefully this ditty will be a fun read for all. See ya, Stash.
A Moment In Time
It was just about this time…
In the August of sixty-nine…
That America’s youth headed for the Thruway.
There was a concert going on…
Held at Max Yasgur’s farm…
Kids were determined to live life a new way.
Their hair was long…
And the lure of the song
Brought thousands of a generation together.
For three days, they reveled
To the the sounds of “the devil”…
In the heat of the hot summer weather.
They had stars in their eyes…
Yes, some were high…
But their mood was one of brotherhood.
With flowers in hair,
And without a care,
Music was a bond that they understood.
The rain caused a flood…
Folks played in the mud…
And everyone had a time that was groovy.
Barefoot and dancing…
Lots of romancing…
Eventually… it made a real cool movie.
It was a unique time…
Peaceful, united, sublime.
And it’ll never happen again… so I’m told.
Time went past…
Spirit didn’t last…
And the Hippies… well…. they simply got old.
Hey…wait… not all of us!
Though our hair is now gray
And there’s less time to play,
Some still hear the echo of that song.
Not quite so loud…
But still Hippie proud…
If you thought we were gone… you were wrong.
Stash