The Hippy SceneA Poem by Deborah Leah KrempaT ye-dyed shirt, bell bottom jeans, the hippy scene H andsome fox with long flowing hair, sandals he did wear E verything about him was so far out, he was so cool
H e was so out of sight, man I was hypnotized by his beautiful brown eyes P eace baby, that's what he use to say P scychedelic music filled the air Y ou could smell the jasmine incense
S o intense C ould he really see rainbows dancing round the moon E veryday we picked the wildest of flowers N ow and then he'd tell me stories about his days at Woodstock Festival E venings we'd lie together in the grass just watching the stars in the sky © 2008 Deborah Leah KrempaReviews
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3 Reviews Added on July 24, 2008 Last Updated on July 24, 2008 AuthorDeborah Leah KrempaToledo, OHAboutI am grandmother,.. My children and my grandchildren I love them all so very much. They are my gifts from my creator, the blessings in this life. I simply adore poetry and the .. more..Writing
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