The Crazy 60'sA Poem by DennisReflection on growing up in the 60's
Coming of age in the 1960's, my teenage years were a kaleidoscopic blend of fads, social pressures and prevailing culture.
It was a balancing act of the morals I was raised with and the exercising my new found freedoms.
As I wore my bell-bottomed pants and Nehru jacket accessorized with a peace symbol necklace, the Vietnam war drug on, turning my mood ring brown.
The psychedelic music, influenced heavily by Woodstock and the black light posters and strobes would provided an escape from the war's reality.
With my incense burning and my lava lamp bubbling, everything would be much more mellow as I peered through my rose colored glasses.
The drive-in theaters would become our week-end hangout and my summer of love would be happening. It didn't matter if it was a James Bond movie or Hitchcock's Psycho, I don't think I ever saw a complete movie during those hot summer nights.
Despite the war and the protests, the drinking and the drugs, the music and the sexual revolution, my generation somehow survived.
The 60's were some crazy years but I do not regret living through them, they've helped shape me into the person I am today.
© 2013 DennisAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on June 26, 2013 Last Updated on June 26, 2013 AuthorDennisCarleton, MIAboutI've been a poet for 13 years, I live in the state of Michigan, USA more..Writing
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