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

Date: 8/21/2019 11:14:00 AM

Yes, all who remember. :) As so many cannot. For certainly, there were those smoking pot. Wow, you still have your tickets.

Gershon Wolf

Date: 8/18/2019 10:20:00 AM

With all that mud, I thought they were going to rename it 'Wood-stuck!' LOL. ~ gw

Paul Callus

Date: 8/16/2019 4:24:00 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

Date: 8/14/2019 2:41:00 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