A Hippie Love Bug

Hiding in the brush

the love bug rests

a rusty relic filled with love

when time was at its best

In a time when the doctrine

was free love and peace

resources spread graciously

violence had ceased

In a field

came the sounds of rock and roll

hippies changing the world

loving each soul

The weekend of paradise

came to a close

realities of the world

once again rose

Youth to old age

legends born and grew

the love bug silently sits

a rusty memory in the dew

copyright 2021 Debbie Pierce





  1. From the opening verse right to the last I was spellbound. Harking back to those days, wild and carefree. Wonderful in every sense Debbie. Thanks for joining in šŸ™‚ šŸ™‚

    • Thank you. I was young child back in those days but the stories from friends and relatives who were hippies are always so much fun to hear. Thanks for reading. Have a wonderful day!

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