Long Haired Revolution Poem by Eric Cockrell
Long Haired Revolution
twas a long haired revolution,
when the world was still young!
crosslegged beads, and a pipe,
and peace was the chant.
rainbow skins half naked,
hearts full of trust.
back to the simple,
to the ways before ways.
songs of redemption,
wild eyed priests and prophets.
when love was a thunderstorm,
and hope was a moment!
Daydreaming the 60s their Mr Cockrell? , although I was born two decades after flower power lost its vigour, I always enjoy reading about that time, when people really believed in something other then the vanities of IPads and Hummers. Fun read
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5/28/2024 5:33:35 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A great poem, i remember my hippy days. Hair down my back, really great days. A great write.