The Hippy BoyA Poem by Allen SmucklerPeace...Love....and Happiness... Woodstock NationWe stopped in the whispy city, the hippy boy and me. We thought of the good times and bad, and encouraged our minds to be free. We
came upon a drifter a dirty old man and his wife. We never felt the distance, and imagined their life without strife. But
where can we be today alone in our world side by side. We thought about loving good times, so great, and yet we cried. Reenter the crispy- like city, snow covered, serene & oblique. We wandered around with no purpose, an oasis that just sprung a leak. And
who never fought the war, the angular, meaningless scourge. We found all the cities amuck, yet all we could say was good luck. So
who never sang the song, that glorious, soulful olio. Just me and that young hippy boy, While nobody else really cared. While nobody else sang for joy. © 2011 Allen SmucklerAuthor's Note
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12 Reviews Added on December 19, 2011 Last Updated on December 21, 2011 AuthorAllen SmucklerSarasota, FLAboutI'm a poet, a singer, a peaceful gunslinger.. looking to share my poetry..and a little bit of me...if I dare I 've been writing since I was 18.... am slightly older now, and still trying to fin.. more..Writing
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