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Riders On the Storm

Late August 1967 blue Sunday
Summer's almost gone
When I first hear the song Light My Fire
And feel the overwhelming urge to get up and dance
While my feet dare not to touch the earth
I remember like it was yesterday
Being just a lost little girl of thirteen
Primed to come of age
Taken with a wild haired and barefoot
Carefree wandering musician
And this sensational song echoing through my head 
Spellbound fascinated mesmerized I remember
The precise moment I stepped into that new world
I had discovered The Doors ~

Hello, I love you, Jim on your tightrope ride
Breaking on through to the other side
It was an easy ride for a wild child
Then when the music's over
Strange days left us waiting for the sun
Leaving us lingering for the Indian summer
My eyes have seen you dancing the soft parade
Checking yourself out of the Morrison hotel
Humming the roadhouse blues down Love street
Compelled to join the infamous twenty-seven club
Like so many kindred riders on the storm
When full circle other voices in unison
Launch to high heavens an American prayer   



Submitted on April 26, 2019 for contest WRITERS ON THE STORM sponsored by CHANTELLE ANNE COOKE  -  RANKED 3RD

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Douglas Pederson Date: 4/29/2019 7:12:00 AM I still think of the song riders of the storm. I was 18 then. love your illustrations of the late 60's Login to Reply Line Gauthier Date: 4/29/2019 8:08:00 AM Thanks, Douglas. You were at a great age to enjoy those unforgettable years.

Gershon Wolf Date: 4/28/2019 8:50:00 PM Just a tad older at the time, all of 17, I was struck by the wild, crazed look in Morrison's eyes. At 18 1/2, upon entering college out East, I met a couple of guitarists who had fronted Morrison in a couple of concerts, and they confirmed my suspicion: The guy was headed for a really bad trip sooner or later; he was just tripped out on LSD, mescaline, and other junk, all at the same time. They say he even used to shoot Blue Cheer detergent into his veins as well. Some hero... LOL. ~ gw Login to Reply Line Gauthier Date: 4/28/2019 9:13:00 PM What a shame!!! What a waste of talent! Some role model.

Caren Krutsinger Date: 4/28/2019 8:13:00 AM Beautifully done; a tribute for sure; and a glorious look at your delightful 13-year-old self, my friend! I was 15 at that time. Login to Reply Line Gauthier Date: 4/28/2019 9:21:00 AM I was thirteen'ish. Sounded better for the purpose of the poem.