I am the flower
Picked fresh on a summer’s morn
Drops of dew glisten
You are the ripe fruit
Harvested ‘neath autumn’s moon
Full-bodied and crisp
We are the slim seeds
Laid to rest with promises
Of life beyond soil
I was listening to tales of Woodstock on the radio this morning while running errands around Tallahassee. This summer marks the 50th anniversary of the famed music festival. I’d tell you I was there, but that would be a lie. I was only 12, and my taste in music was pretty bland.
At any rate my poem was inspired by Joni Mitchell (who wasn’t at Woodstock either) and her song, “We Are Stardust.”
Peace, people.
Praying for Eyebrowz 
Great post. love the images, blessings
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Thank you so much!
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The pictures were very enlightening, to imagine, how they were created, that power source, amen
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Come clean leslie…..you just wanted to say ” we are slim”……….a sweet and real poem……..we are golden, we are stardust …..
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Than you!
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Oh my…. well it is beautiful. x
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Thank you!
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Honestly I loved this xxx
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Always this amazingly rich simplicity with your words and images that still says it all. I know I am on the nicest journey when I start to read. One where you won’t fail to deliver xxxx
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Thank you so much. 😊
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I mean ti. I would NOT miss your poetry x
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Yay! Counting you my poetry has ONE fan! And I’m so grateful for you.
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I am certain sure your poetry has more than one fan xxxxxxxxxxx
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Well, my mother-in-law is fond of them. 😉
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I wasn’t there either, but I wish I had been/could have been in retrospect. I was only 10 and just beginning to understand so much about the 60’s decade and how it was to shape my own teen years during the 1970’s.
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I embraced the styles. Bell bottoms, fringed jackets, long straight hair, halter tops and hoop earrings. But I was too cautious to go full out hippie. Three older girls, from good families, from our little high school in Floydada, Texas, ran away to San Francisco that summer. They didn’t get much farther than Arizona, but they became a warning to all of us that good girls don’t get to be hippies. They get hauled home, humiliated, and grounded for the entire summer.
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I understand the cautious role, and let myself down in many ways over those teen years as one of the “good” ones then tried to make up for it in my early 20’s!
Myself and my youngest daughter, born in 1993 but seriously one of the original hippies in spirit, set off on our own adventure to SF about 7 years ago. We stayed in Haight Ashbury and relieved as much of the 60’s as we could. It was the best vacation I’ve ever taken 🙂
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Oh wow! I’d love to do that.
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You should, it was awesome!
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An excellent combination of photographs and poetry
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Thank you!
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