The Global Village Song Poem by Wayne Falconer

I grew up in typical kiwi style,
walked the dull grey suburban mile.
Except my head was elsewhere man in tune,
within another hip colourful spacey room.

Be it San Francisco or Woodstock,
my head heard the classic rock.
The global musical village song,
where vibe was right on, not wrong.

I played mod later the hippie son,
boy did I have mind blown fun.
Dressed in flashy regal hip style,
my scene was the rocking cosmic mile.

Breathing music and wild fashion man,
I made my hip musical stand and plan.
Meeting girls, smoking, growing to inspire,
growing high with the muses dreamy fire.

Scene was stylish anti-establishment cool,
every mother obeyed counter culture rule.
Candlelight musical prophets burned bright,
all through the happening star spangled night.

Incenses burned with underground news,
in flats, posters and party blues.
Blond flower girl came to stay,
to love rap the night hours away.

Utopian dreams directed my stage play,
rocking intellect sound night an day.
Mr normal might say I was crazy immature,
except I've never found the true cure.

Today I wonder where life's gone wrong,
the global inspired village hit song.
Yesterdays madness that lit the sky,
the passionate rock within my eye.