Tony Grist (poliphilo) wrote,
Tony Grist
poliphilo

Woodstock

Forty years since Woodstock? So it is. Here, have a poem:


WOODSTOCK

 

And all the generations go

Down-a-down-derry.

 

This is mine

Spread out like sheep on the pale green hills,

Ingesting smoke-

You dig it, man?-

Changing the world with daddy’s money.

 

Arlo is sweet,

Hendrix amazing,

Baez sings out pure as a bell

In a chapel of air, the high notes smoking.

 

Down-a-down-derry.

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