60's POEM

ARE TIMES REALLY  DIFFERENT?

Where were you?

                Do you remember?

                                Or do you care?

Many years have expired

                since the nerve

                                was tapped

                                                and they gathered –

                liars, lovers, prophets, profiteers,

                                and protesters

Max Yasgur’s farm became

                the stage

                                and peace was the act

Feeling invincible

                and angry at once

                                lives touched

                                                forever locked in time

                peace was the word

                                non-conformists heed the cry –

                cross the border or you are sure to die

from dusk to dawn – four days moved on

                blood, sweat and tears

                                echoed throughout

conditions were horrific –

                no food, rain poured down, sanitation was the pit

                                2 inches of mud became a game

but the chants continued – all is well

                in the depths of the field

                                the herds continued to roam

                                                grateful dead showed them the way

psychic spider infestations loomed

                throughout

                                and love flowed freely

The who made it happen – in the field

                where 500,000 gathered

Those days are now the past.  Did it

                help? Is there regret? Where were you?

                                Do you remember?

Or is remembering hard?                     

 

                                                                      Written by Marilyn Duncan - Buck

                                                                       Copyright 2006

                                                                       Published 2006