Remember good times forever
Pioneers.. Homesteaders of all kinds.. Come to a place.. Migrations touting different cause.. Then.. as is the way with some.. left and discarded to heal the ravages of civilization..
laughter without words no hang ups to sever
Women sharp in mind smiles as good times were cast
Something to remember dancing through the past
Singing old songs around town in Donny’s Ford
Songs of love still nights passion dream girls we adored
Special sound to call friends so young that no one knew
Teens against the grain or with it as we grew
Folks from the mesa knew of different knew of poor
Rich in poverty young folks dancing on love’s floor
Hope flooded our hearts our minds world of love defined
Heading for the Sixties gemstones rare were mined
Since Socrates Dylan Kerouac
Burroughs saw a Naked Lunch
Einstein never lacked
something called compassion
Understanding Care
Slept deep until morning
Love our mirrors shared
Teens were times of fun and honesty among peers. Some things were not related in truth to parents or authority figures. Whether this was fear of punishment or a bid for independent adulthood I still do not know for sure.. possibly both.. as the industrial footprint is being strained of greed.. hopefully this is not another bid for control of our wonderful artistic species..
Looking at Li’l Bear I know I could never block her mind with social fears.. she astounds me. I think she can do anything that does not require a thumb.. Peace Tony
©.AC.15.8.12.arr././
