Our Finest Hour
By skinner_jennifer
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Don't be afraid of your quest to seek us out...
we wait with anticipation; refuse to be timid;
remember the pleasure stepping from lonely
shadows...you child of a Woodstock Nation,
for like Alice in the luxury of her youth,
Socrates and I were curious to hear of
your bottled ideas...corked so tight they
needed to be set free like birds in flight,
we resembled heady fragrance of warm roses,
passion flowed in the flames of our obsession;
even if we weren't cultured enough to appreciate
what those dramatic ramblings were really about,
like Weeping Willow branches catching a breeze,
we too had limbs so eager to express and please;
weaving from one scene to another – aspirations
to perform that enveloped our every waking hour,
libertarian am I...soul free but in need of direction,
filling this teenage void with defined dedication...
like the petals once closed now open on a flower,
we continue to bloom at best in this our finest hour.
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Loved this, Jenny. Will be in
Loved this, Jenny. Will be in Woodstock in a couple of weeks to spend the weekend. Will be thinking of you.
Rich x
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Hi Jenny
Hi Jenny
One of your best poems I think - and knowing how involved you were in pop groups and concerts, it no doubt came from the heart.
Jean
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This is beautiful, Jenny,
This is beautiful, Jenny, such wonderful imagery and a touch of wry humour. It captures those youthful feelings vividly, and speaks of a life so well lived.
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Hi, Jenny. That last verse
Hi, Jenny. That last verse seems to imply a growth, development from the remembered unmatured passions and ideals of youth. I hope your 'open flower' can bring pleasure to many! Rhiannon
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Wow Jenny this really hit the
Wow Jenny this really hit the spot! Summed up my personal experiences in the 60s and the eagerness and earnestness of youth. Happy, optimistic times.
Linda
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The beautiful expression of
The beautiful expression of freedom and the times we were a changing...ah the sixties and seventies free my soul - how I wish we could be that healing, understanding and accepting generation again.
Your poem was beautifully written, it sparked with inteligence and love just as the times you wrote of. glad to have read it. It took me to places I had forgotten existed once. I've been to woodsotck but not in '69 - still it is a place time has left alone... and it has a great bookshop that I haunted while there.
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