Woodstock Poem by Paul Reed
Woodstock
Adolescence and freedom
Hopes, fear and rebellion
Intertwined down the twisting rope of time;
All the same, all expended
All drifted away on the same air
That the solemn church bells chime;
A scorching heat, a thunderstorm
Skies crowded with bonded roar,
A star spangled banner to wave;
All gone, all lost forever
All just as unattainable
As all the other things we crave.
A nicely written and nostalgic poem, Gerard. Thanks for sharing Peace
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4/23/2024 11:03:38 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I love the last few lines So true Your poetry is so light filled