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.
Copyright © Judy Gulas | Year Posted 2022
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