Back Then on the Mesa

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



About cryinforthedyin

I write philosophy and poetry. I postulate solutions for problems..I find similiar things in history to compare to present day, hoping to find a solution to the seemingly difficult task of giving and receiving love. I play music. Blues harp, piano, guitar, electric and acoustic. I sing..I love to sing..Peace Tony
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