“If you are going to San Francisco,
Be sure and wear some flowers in your hair…”
Forty years have passed,
and I still follow the spirits,
the charismatic visionaries,
of those who, in a way,
changed the world.
Musical history was made,
and to this day the
legacy continues.
It was the summer of love.
I missed the Eden Express
to the coast of utopian delight
and psychodelia.
People in motion,
gentle people with
flowers in their hair,
wanting only the right
to be different.
I didn’t make it to
San Francisco,
but I still wear flowers
in my hair, now and then…
and summertime
will always be a love-in.
Right or wrong,
we formed a bond
and still recognize
each other upon sight.
And that’s not a bad thing,
is it?
I remeber a lot of this I was 14 in 1968 when woodstock was happening. I wasn't allowed to go. Lived in Long Island and because so young not allowed to go upstate. I wish I had been there though.....