Today’s challenge calls for a poem about an historic event, this is what came to me. If you are interested in submitting your own poem for this prompt, please feel free to do so here.

My Soul at Woodstock

They descend on the tiny town
Cartographers had barely mapped.
Rapacious motley assemblage
Day and night they partied and napped.

Bell bottoms, tie-dye, and sandals,
barefoot, bare assed even more so.
Psychedelic, musical fete,
Kids in flagrante delicto.

Joplin swayed and wailed on the mike,
Hendrix electric with his Axe.
Whether revelers remember,
one doesn’t even have to ask.

As acid eaten memories,
the hazy clouds of pungent smoke.
Rock n Roll event nonpareil,
held among the Catskill’s tall oak.

Dawn of the Age Aquarius.
A 60’s life changing event.
Counter culture revolution
a Juggernaut none could prevent.

M. Zane McClellan

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