We Came In Peace Poem by John Scully

In the summer of sixty-nine
we laid flowers at the edge
of the sea and wore
garlands of love in our hair.
And in the village of Sur la Mer
mimosa and fuchsia
lifted the air in the night
as we read Fitzgerald and Baudelaire.
While down on the sands
golden and bare of footprints
yet to declare, we listened
to Dylan and Hendricks in evening wear.

Though our jingles and jangles
were simple and easy to hear
an event one day in July
caused a rocket to fly
as Buzz and the boys stepped
tap-dancing onto the moon.

Our summer of love
became but a memory,
buried in the Sea of Tranquility
by a ground control that listened
to a Major called Tom.
And Fairport Convention played on
while the Byrd's became rock and roll stars
and Wilson sang'God Only Knows'
in that summer of sixty-nine.