Submit Your Poems
Get Your Premium Membership

The Dance Of The Flower Children

Michael Wayne Avatar  Send Soup Mail  Block poet from commenting on your poetry

Below is the poem entitled The Dance Of The Flower Children which was written by poet Michael Wayne. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.

Read Poems by Michael Wayne

Best Michael Wayne Poems

+ Fav Poet

The Dance Of The Flower Children

We reclined on a carpet of mountain greenery.
The smell of cut hay drifted upwards from a distant river valley.
The twilight of June stretched its intoxicating hues across time.
I scoured the alpine grasses for radiant wildflowers,
braiding them into my daughters impatient locks of tender hair. 

A band set up on an ancient dance floor,
while cooks turned meat on blackened, open air barbeques.
The crowd imbibed homemade beer from plastic cups,
until the vibrations of the musician’s guitars pierced the light air.
Rock, country, pop, jazz, all melted into the same sky.

The trendy city people tried to look cool,
while they shared space with cowboy hats and belt buckles. 
And the cowboys touched elbows with the mountain flower children.
These simple souls were barefoot, wore homemade clothes,
And adorned themselves with stolen flowers,
 tucked behind unwashed ears.

The altitude inspired my feet to replicate the rhythms that eve.
I tossed my daughter into the sweet firmament.
I twirled my son in majestic circles.
I two stepped with my toddler.
And I swept my wife off her feet once again.

I wish you had been there that night.,
laughing in the gentle grass,
dancing without care,
transforming your thoughts from shrill discord,
to the mountain’s peaceful harmonies.  

Copyright © Michael Wayne

Post Comments

Please Login to post a comment
  1. Date: 7/23/2011 11:11:00 AM
    Beautiful poem, well written :)