Woodstock Wild

Woodstock wild is what the musicians knew Plain dairy farm in New York, reservation due. I was too young, alas, or I would have been there. Loving the music, the ambiance, wild as old dog hair. Midriffs showing, the crowd was mostly young and thin. Jumpsuits looked fabulous, no matter who was poured in. People ate healthy, they were taunt and tight. Music wafted all over the hills on this Saturday night. Platform shoes, cowboy boots, sandals, anything went. Some hitched rides in caravans, that were heaven-sent. Lots of clean fun while folk music enticed the crowd. Rolling, rocking, roaring fun, and probably sixteen times too loud.