1969 Poem by Smoky Hoss

1969

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It's late...1969...
the sun's going down
as we turn west for the last time.
Driving this long black Caddy,
rolling along the boulevard of freedom at 30 cents a gallon -
step on the gas, unafraid of what must pass...
Enjoy the ride
in this cool dark lady; while
somewhere, way over 'there',
young men are dying,
and none of us really know why.
Back here we're feverishly trying
to spend the last of our freedom,
before our innocence says goodbye.
The end of a decade,
the last free age,
hitch-hikers, hippies,
free-thinkers, and Jesus freaks -
all original American prophets,
hanging on just outside of the cage;
while around the globe
everything's going down like that western sun,
and nothing will ever be the same
when it's done.
We'll keep riding in that Caddy...our last free ride,
long hair blowing in the wind,
not realizing: it'll never be this way, ever again...

Friday, April 6, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: freedom
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Valerie Dohren 07 April 2012

The 1960's, a great time in which to be young - I know, I was there! !

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Eric Cockrell 08 April 2012

we thought we were changing the world.... it was a golden time, and yet a hard time.... kinda like today!

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Juan Olivarez 09 April 2012

To quote a piker I once read, They were the best of times, they were the worst of times.

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Captain Cur 14 May 2012

I missed the 1960's but could tell you a thing or two about the 1660's. Our kids will be telling their kids how great the 2010's were.

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Dee Corpolongo 05 May 2014

I love this poem, and it reminds me of yesteryear, without a fear, how we all went both far and near....and did not realize that...'we shall never pass this way again...' Excellent words and thought....thank you!

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Thomas Vaughan Jones 31 January 2014

The swinging sixties. What a time to be in. We had scandals and corruption. Unjust wars and drugs. But we also had Mary Quant, the Beatles, Bob Dylan etc. and enough gorgeous little dolly birds in mini skirts and aspects of free love to make it all worth while. Times will never be the same again,

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Noreen Carden 15 October 2013

And indeed it never has been that way again great poem

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Juan Olivarez 19 July 2013

Holy smoke. I just posted a comment on this poem then scrolled down and thete wad a very real feeling of deja voi.

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Juan Olivarez 19 July 2013

To quote some piker I once read it was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

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