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…….
© Bill Grimes Jr. 2009
