The Poetry of Daniel Harrison

The Summer Of Love

You were a fighter for the age of Aquarius
A foot soldier in the summer of love
You didn’t care if the Russians said they’d bury us
A pipe dreamer on an Indian rug

I was a cheeky doubting Tom
You called me a bummer,
But now if Jesus ever comes
He’ll be driving a Hummer

You were a stoner, getting tie-died oblivious
An out-of-worker having dime bag fun
Before the bikers turned it all to insidious
Competition at the point of a gun

I guess the brotherhood of man
Fell short of nirvana,
Still want to share the motherland?
Then go to Havana

Forty years hence and the hippie’s a nefarious
Needle pointer full of dangerous blood
You’re a joker and your kids think its hilarious
The baby boomers dropped a love-bomb dud

Now all the Haight Street heads have gone
To die in the Rockies,
And all the Woodstock baby boys?
They care more about hockey



[Jul 25, 2007]