WOODSTOCK

A Poem by Bill Grimes Jr.

My soul

Still adolescent

My body

Aging rapidly

My spirit

Free

When I allow it to be

Unencumbered

Still seeking harmony

Quite simply

I’m amazed

Living preordained destiny

Despite my numbered days

Woodstock

Forty years along

Much more than an event

To me

A burning bush

It taught me to express

My deepest true essence

To seek my music muse

Artistic creativity

Social disengagement

“Establishment” distrusts

Lore of vain protest

Chills still dance along my spine

When Hendrix serenades

When Janis cries the blues

When Alvin Lee

Rips “I’m going home”

Call it what you wish my friends

Agree

Or dismiss

Three days of peace and music

August 1969

Forever changed my being

Set my heart afire

And never forget

Stay away from the brown acid

Peace…….

© 2009 Bill Grimes Jr.

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LJW	Stay away from Purple Microdot too. :-) Posted 15 Years Ago Stay away from Purple Microdot too. :-) Rating /100 1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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Bill Grimes Jr.

Madison, AL

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Me Child of God at age 53 My heart belongs to my children The essence of my smile My reason to be My soul belongs to Jesus Christ I am because of Him Im a doting Dad Published wordsmith Music.. more..