Flowers in my Hair

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And Time Goes By

“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?

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Ruth Lovejoy's picture

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.....