Ilene Bauer Poet Rhyme

Woodstock

I still have my tickets
And what I recall
Was the feeling of kinship
Connecting us all.

We rolled down our windows,
In traffic for miles,
As peace-fingered V-signs
Elicited smiles.

“You goin’ to Woodstock?”
We’d shout as we passed
Though since everyone was,
We knew we’d have a blast.

They talk of the mud
And the sex and the drugs
But we went for the music
And peace, love and hugs.

The 60’s was magic
With hope in the air
And all who remember
Were glad to be there.

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Robert Johnson August 21, 2019 at 11:14 AM Yes, all who remember. :) As so many cannot. For certainly, there were those smoking pot. Wow, you still have your tickets.

Gershon Wolf August 18, 2019 at 10:20 AM With all that mud, I thought they were going to rename it 'Wood-stuck!' LOL. ~ gw

Paul Callus August 16, 2019 at 4:24 PM Those were the years, Ilene! Even here in little Malta we knew of what was going on at Woodstock....I was a fan of Creedence Clearwater Revival at the time. Thank you for a pleasant trip back in time:) Regards // paul

Tom Cunningham August 14, 2019 at 2:41 PM That must have been an amazing experience for you ilene. My favourite era for music, there hasn't been as good an era since. Even my kids love sixties music as that's what we played on long journeys. Tom