The Summer of 49
I was born in the summer of forty nine.
Spent my childhood wild in the country.
Not a stream or pond I didn’t wade through.
I climbed every last tree.
I build my dens and played my games.
Together we all ran free.
When it came to life I had it sussed;
I wanted to run a menagerie.
Then came the magic sixties
And the music began to play.
There were girls, Kerouac and dreams
And that menagerie faded away.
I was captured by Dylan, Harper
And revolution and leapt into the fray.
For those were the days of idealism
Escape from the social tourniquet.
Then came the angry seventies
And the dream began to fade.
The age of Punk and riots
Marked a nihilistic decade.
I raised a family
And the bills had to be paid.
But I was writing down my words
And with lip-service to the game played.
In the eighties and nineties
I had my fun, with gigs, meals and sights.
With friends there was much laughter
As we put the world to rights.
There was a world of madness,
War and environmental plights.
There was a mighty battle raging
A time of nuclear fright.
Now in the twenty-first century
The damage is there to see.
Nature is being plundered
And we’re struggling for liberty.
All around is corruption
In the lands of the ‘free’.
The whole world is swamped with people
Living in poverty.
The politicians’ greed
Is stopping us from action.
They divide and rule
Creating warring factions.
But I’ve travelled the world
And seen through this distraction.
Populist division
Requires a positive reaction.
Looking back through time
I’ve had my fun and more.
With plenty of fulfilment.
I’ve opened many a door.
But the underlying heartaches
Still leave me feeling sore.
The catastrophe of the planet
Rocks me to the core.
I’d like to live long enough
To see us making progress.
Dealing with overpopulation
And making suitable redress.
To restore nature
In the beauty of her green dress.
So everyone is made happy
With an end to all this stress
Opher – 8.8.2020
I just wrote this. It is very rough and ready and requires a lot of work but I thought I’d share it anyway.
Hoping for better days too! I hope to also leave very long to experience the good days of love, laughter , peace and beautiful nature
I wish you all of that and more!
Nice one, thank you.
Cheers John.