1969 My Favourite year, (but not for everyone)
Nineteen-sixty-nine
One of my favourite years.
I was eighteen
I was in love.
Bob Dylan wrote "Lay lady lay".
"His clothes are dirty,
but his hands are clean,
and you're the best thing
that he's ever seen.
Stay , lady stay,
Stay with your man a while.".
Our thoughts were of peace and love
As we sat in that field of 150,000.
The atmosphere was completely joyful.
No pushing , hurting of any kind.
Not so easy for others that year.
Peace didn't come for
our American friends.
Boys just like us.
Our cousins across the pond.
Forced into war.
A war they knew little
or nothing about.
The cruelest thing....this war.!
We cried for the "boys"
We cried for the children.
Children of Vietnam,.
Children of many young soldiers.
Protest don't work.
When you're young and free.
Free to protest
But don't expect change.
Do not expect the Powers that Be...
To listen to the likes of you and me.
And so it went on
And still does today.
The songs...Oh the music...
Of nineteen-sixty-nine,
Remain in my heart
To this day.
What amazing emotions
When l was eighteen
The love of my life at my side.
But the sadness remains
For the boys who never came back.
And also for those that did.......
Come back to a heroes welcome?
Not likely. Back to a hell.
That some still live in.
A hell inside their own minds.
The magic of being young
Was lost for those young men
We cared ,over here across The Pond.
Though our lives were looking bright.
And love and peace was what we sought.
We had the choice.
Others did not.
Our lives were bright and so we sang.
"Where have all the flowers gone?
Long time passing.
........Where have all the young men gone?
Gone to graveyards every one.
When will they ever learn....
When will they ever learn?"
Bureaucracy will never learn.
The devils' world will never learn.
But we have free will.
Indivually we can learn.
Learn from History.
Learn from the past.
Help one another wherever we can.