Past

When I was a child,
Running free and wild
The pines my favorite place to be.

Days filled with fun,
Enjoying the sun,
Climbing each and every tree.

The 60’s my decade, 
LP’s we played,
So much fun, but serious too.

Vietnam the war,
Couldn’t keep score
Of the young men we lost, quite a few.

Then Woodstock happened.
So close, just imagine
Hendrix, Joplin on stage.

Music all around,
Awesome, freakin sound
They would have gotten better with age.

Memories we made,
Friendships that stayed.
To the future these things we bring.

Just part of my youth.
To tell you the truth,
I wouldn’t change a thing.
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Leffanta Avatar
February 5, 2022 at 10:51 AM
I am quite happy my "youth" was before all that dreadful noise and disorder! Aloha!
Kelly Avatar
February 5, 2022 at 5:57 AM
Judy, I’m right there with you in the 60 s You sound like one of the gang. God bless
Agustin Avatar
February 4, 2022 at 10:02 PM
"Thanks for sharing this. Welcome to Poetry Soup. Meanwhile, I welcome you with God's love, expressed in John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." God bless you."
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