Summer Of Love And Haight Poem by Ima Ryma

'Twas the Summer of Love and Haight,
San Francisco, '67.
The hippies came to celebrate
The feel of communal heaven.
The drugs, the sex, the music gave
An aphrodisiacal mix -
A groovy way the world to save
From all the hateful politics.
A time and place to one and all
Of kaleidoscopic welcome,
Came together to heed the call
To join the cause of hippydom.

'Twas the Summer of Love and Haight,
Old hippies now still celebrate.