Light My Fire By the Doors

Always thought the song 
‘Light my fire’ was named
“Come on Baby, Light my Fire!”
A serious way to say fire
That almost no one else got right.
But the Doors did.

The Doors were so iconic in the 70’s,
That you could not turn on the radio without
hearing them.

The “kids” who thought this 
hard rock up, were 
in their twenty’s!
Jim Morrison and Ray Manzarek.
Two buddies from Florida.

They came in like a tornado,
Took us hostage, whipped us into a
frenzy, made hippies real.
The most rebellious of the rebellious.
A counter culture for those of us
who were watching our friends
dragged off to Viet Nam in a mandatory draft.

‘Light my fire’ was played everywhere,
and probably most especially there,
to remind our troops there was
still normalcy back home, waiting
when they returned.


Written: April 28, 2019
Poetry Contest: Writers on the Storm
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Theraven Avatar
May 8, 2025 at 8:59 PM
Caren, Your poem evokes the feeling of an era, both good and bad with a personal touch. Reminding the reader, what a different time.., or was it? The music, the wars, and in between them all, The Doors. -Richard
Krutsinger Avatar
May 9, 2025 at 7:43 PM
thank you Richard - glad two of us remember
Kerttula Avatar
May 1, 2019 at 2:54 PM
One of my favorite songs while in high school. Parents didn't like it though! Love that all of the group contributed to make the song.
Krutsinger Avatar
May 1, 2019 at 11:53 PM
It was a great song! I can still sing it at a second's notice.
Wolf Avatar
April 28, 2019 at 8:57 PM
Funny, I thought the song was surely a paean to unbridled promiscuity. LOL. We were so much younger (and more virile) then... :) gw
Krutsinger Avatar
April 29, 2019 at 2:21 AM
I have to say when these 1970's songs come on the radio, I find myself in the Indianapolis 500 drag-racing the rest of the traffic like the he**ion that I was.
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