Woodstock

[poliphilo]

Forty years since Woodstock? So it is. Here, have a poem:

WOODSTOCK

 

And all the generations go

Down-a-down-derry.

 

This is mine

Spread out like sheep on the pale green hills,

Ingesting smoke-

You dig it, man?-

Changing the world with daddy’s money.

 

Arlo is sweet,

Hendrix amazing,

Baez sings out pure as a bell

In a chapel of air, the high notes smoking.

 

Down-a-down-derry.

Comments

[jackiejj.livejournal.com]

I liked this poem!

I remember Woodstock year very well. I was painting that year, acrylics, listening over and over to Judy Blue Eyes (Crosby, Stills, and Nash) and the musical Hair. Didn't get to Woodstock, but I walked around our apartment neighborhood during a solar eclipse, barefooted, because I was pregnant with Kate and wanted her to be (like me) a Flower Child and thought the eclipse would influence her baby psyche! (It did, too--or maybe all the hippie music I played that year, because Kate is a most creative person.)

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

1969 was, if I remember rightly, the year I walked to Glastonbury and hung out- briefly- with hippies on Glastonbury Tor.

I was into the Doors, I think- and the not so hip Simon and Garfunkel.