Dave Tanguay

Rookie (Nov.8,1948 / Westbrook, Maine)

Flower Children Of The 60s (Poem) - Poem by Dave Tanguay

Peace and Love was the sign of the flower child
In the sixties, the young were passive not wild

They believed in peace, love, - giving, and sharing
Often judged, - not by their deeds, but for what they
Were wearing

Their parents were hardcore, most of them survivors of war
Worked hard for their children, to see they were provided for

To them freedom had a whole different meaning,
Found it hard to understand - why their children were
So alienating

Lack of understanding made the young feel as though they
Were caught in a trap
The discrepancy between these age groups, became
Commonly known as the generation gap.

Those involved in this epoch of time, all believed the world
Was in need of a revolutionary change
Their acts of rebellion, were acts of love, divinely prearranged

These baby boomers, with their idealistic dreams
Their hearts overflowing with love; - this is what made
Them gleam

What happened to this generation of peace seeking warriors?
They became doctors, lawyers, actors, and bill collectors

It’s a shame from their vision - they had the world beginning
To listen
For the uniting of the world, it seemed, - was about to be


Comments about Flower Children Of The 60s (Poem) by Dave Tanguay

  • (8/23/2007 4:49:00 PM)

    As a fellow Baby Boomer I can relate to this Poem Dave. You might have a laugh at my work ('1966 A Monologue') I find it strange to think that while I was enjoying myself in 66 you were probably slugging it out in Vietnam. Funny old World. Another great write, I like your work. All the best David (Report)Reply

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  • (8/23/2007 3:30:00 PM)

    While the costume has gone the thoughts remain regardless whether Corporate warrior, Mogul or emotional dependant. The movement shall never die! There will a resurgence... Rgds, Ivan (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 23, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, March 31, 2011

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