I was a bit of a hippy for a while

With chants of make love not war

A flower child wanting to be free

And didn't like the law.

 

Communes sprang up everywhere

There was always a place to stay

Homeless wasn't a problem

Like it seems to be today.

 

Our elders often frowned

They didn't understand

We were young and alive 

And living off the land.

 

We travelled from town to town

And created quite a fuss

All packed tightly in our

Brightly coloured mini bus.

 

We hitched around the country

Without fear that you would die

We were peaceful rebels

Half my world was high.

 

Kaleidoscope patterns everywhere

Sitting around the park getting stoned

Making symbols and signs of peace

As war was never condoned.

 

Every generation has to have

It's own thing to prove

In my psychedelic days

This chick was in the groove..

© Hazel