She Was A Hippy Girl
Author: Pondering Red


she was a hippy girl in
tie dyed faded jeans ripped,
a bare foot tasseled fringed beaded girl.
she sipped her gallon wine
in southern comfort days of purple haze
amidst swirling champa incense smoke;
an organic vegetables brown rice
bancha tea type of girl.
she was a folk festival junkie kinda gal,
strumming chords of peace
and love among the starlight;
searching for swami, sri, maharaji
and hare krishna on mountain tops of ashrams;
a chanting om shanti,
breathing kundalini type of girl.
yes, she was a hippy girl,
in days of rage and years of hope;
a protesting placards swinging,
just say no to war type of gal,
with jasmine scented flowers in her hair.


Comments on this poem/writing:

Pamela ( -- Saturday, November 30 2002, 10:04 pm


What a breath-taking description of someone close to you. Absolutely beautiful poem.
Leah ( -- Sunday, November 30 2003, 08:21 am


wow very well described, was that hippy girl you?
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