Hippy Love Chips 1974

hippy ... love chips How beautiful was it? The park by the beach with one caged panda and bedraggled peacocks...calling and flirting, as nature dictated Displayed by the sea Water Lake Filled with crabs loitering by the inlet flow Who waited patiently to secure our sausagemeat on a string And rose embaressed and wonky Clutching by one claw Cross as grandma ... on a Monday Wash day Scrubbing stains .. How beautiful and memorable was that 1974 summers day As we bobbed in boats, as our brave, mad ever so handsome hippy father Stood precariously ( against the rules) and splashed our sodden frames with his cruel laughing oar How gorgeous was mother and fathers glorious young white teeth Which matched perfectly the beautiful lively tinkering forms of light Which danced upon said lake The very last time I saw her honestly... laugh with adoration at his jesting antics Hoping to impress Her... Stretching his vibrant smile as a peacock in bloom It was a beautiful moment The last time I felt swaddled in the possibility of our family , hope and Generous Love chips