Stephen Wylie Poems
There are two times in history,
Before Hendrix and after.
In a time of dull conformity,
Jimi came and set us free:
Banishing the black and grey,
The discipline that overstayed
World War Two's necessity.
He blew the war's cobwebs away,
Restored the colours we had lost,
In a glowing rock glasnost;
Helped us articulate our dreams,
Reduced the flow of silent screams.
Too Sensitive By Far
I stagger off the sweltering bus,
And enter blessed shade.
Its cool brings soothing respite
From the searing glare.
It seems not very long ago,
That this whole land was frozen.
Yet now we suffer from the heat,
And its companion pollen.