I Grew Up In The Sixties Poem by Juan Olivarez

I grew up in the sixties,
With my bell bottom jeans.
My long hair was so nifty,
When I made the scene.

I had mutton chops,
And a white flowered shirt.
Creedence was tops,
With every single cord.

Groovy and far out,
Were heard everywhere.
And we had no doubt,
That Sonny loved Cher.

Rod McKuen was the king,
Of the spoken word.
And every one was riding,
In Chevies and Fords.

It was a great time,
No doubt about that.
We were all in our prime,
But that time has long fled.

11/1/10 Alton Texas