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
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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 š š
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!
Great poem, it made me remember Herbie, the films from the seventies.
Thank you. Herbie was so much fun. I remember watching the movies as a child. Thanks for reading. Have a wonderful day!
You too.
Bet those hippy days were great! Wish I could’ve been there! Xx
I have heard so many fun stories about those days. It was fun to be young during that time. Thanks for reading.