The 50's

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A Poem by Rain

Everyone dances to the music of their own time.. Written for a contest..for fun

Everyone dances to the music of their own time

I danced in the 50's when the beat was mine

Collar turned up, hair combed back

Elvis in the blood, Little Richard on track

Me and Carole Houle, every Friday night

Long black hair swinging in the star's shine light

Jim Dandy, don't you be no fool

Jim Dandy came to the rescue

Ain't no fighting, just a dance contest

Shake Sugaree is what we did best

Give me the 50's and sweet Peggy Sue

"In the Still of the Night" I remember you

First love a calling, I won't forget the thrill

A new sound coming off of "Blue Berry Hill."

Unless you lived it, you'll never understand

We buried Pat Boone and his "Letters in the Sand"

Bobby soxs, cherry cokes, swingin' pony tails

Souped up cars,cruisin' main,and those "Happy Trails"

Black sound's blasting making you weak in the knees

The King of Soul begging... Please,Please,Please

You can have every single decade past

Give me back the 50's, when the mold was cast

© 2009 Rain

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Fabian G. Franklin

A funtastic look back, buried old Pat in his white Bucks eh? yeah, Dick Clark and Wolfman Jack brought us into the sixties and the Beatniks became hippies protesting the war. I missed the fifties but was watching every move in the sixties...my earliest memories are of a dead president and the civil rights struggle. The fifties seemed a time of innocence, a calm before the storm of the sixties. I always liked the idea of sock hops and soda shops. Happy Days indeed. Great write.