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The last hippy poet of the woodstock generation
Excerpt-8: The title poem from the book.
he was the last hippy poet
of the Woodstock Generation
he would often take people
to the last hippy refuge
to share a little bit
of what used to be
to share a little vision
of what he could still see
the hippies of the '60s
created a counter-culture
that changed the world
but where did all
the brotherhood go
where is the refuge
for the humanity of spirit
so many forks in the road
that followed . . .
brought us to the world
we now live in
but where, oh where . . .
where is that refuge
where the tribes used to go
. . . okay . . .
so you take Hwy 101
north to Topanga Canyon
go south until you hit
the Pacific Ocean
turn right
about a quarter mile
there will be a dirt road
take it down
on the west side
is the riverbed
hike it to the beach
we'll all build a big bonfire
then it is a no-brainer
from there . . .
he was the last hippy poet
of the Woodstock Generation
he would often take people
to the last hippy refuge
to share a little bit
of what used to be
to share a little vision
of what he could still see
early morning
frozen faces
gathered in the traveling pool
shuttle for the 21st century
thoughts of you
move around my mind
as I'm still wakin' up
and sippin' my morning coffee
coke machines
on a flatbed truck
and a one-piece pick-up
now that's pretty rare
traffic's touch and go
as usual
but I left in plenty of time
to get there
I've learned not to hurry
it causes too much strain
you can see it in the eyes
of so many . . . who snicker
—zooming by
wondering why everyone
doesn't go 80
so they can get to . . . nowhere
—quicker
but . . .
the last hippy refuge
is just around the bend
it's time to go back there
again
so I can be closer
to my ideals
and remember . . .
that brotherhood was real
it wasn't just
a state of mind
it was the way we treated
each other
with compassion and caring
and everyone sharing
what they had
—and glad to
just to make it
through the day
with a smile
upon our faces
the last hippy refuge
is just around the bend
it's time to go back there
again
the last hippy refuge . . .
where the beach meets the riverbed
we can sit around the campfire
and get out of our own heads
. . . for awhile
watch the waves
and play guitar
sing some songs
about love and flowers
it's the best place to be
just who we are
and while away the hours
he would often recite his poems
to the tribe gathered there
poems about love
and of being alone
wherever he came from
wherever he'd roam
he was the last hippy poet
and this was his home
the last hippy refuge
is just around the bend
it's time to go back there
again
so we can be closer
to our ideals
and remember . . .
that our tribes were real
the last hippy refuge
is calling me again
got to go back there
whenever I can
so I can be closer
to my ideals
and remember . . .
that brotherhood was real
got to get away
from this insanity
get back in touch
with humanity
you can go there too . . .
I'll take you
he was the last hippy poet
of the Woodstock Generation
he would often take people
to the last hippy refuge
to share a little bit
of what used to be
to share a little vision
of what he could still see
"The Last Hippy Poet Of The Woodstock Generation & The Last Hippy Refuge" - © C. Steven Blue 12/2/1992
of the Woodstock Generation
he would often take people
to the last hippy refuge
to share a little bit
of what used to be
to share a little vision
of what he could still see
the hippies of the '60s
created a counter-culture
that changed the world
but where did all
the brotherhood go
where is the refuge
for the humanity of spirit
so many forks in the road
that followed . . .
brought us to the world
we now live in
but where, oh where . . .
where is that refuge
where the tribes used to go
. . . okay . . .
so you take Hwy 101
north to Topanga Canyon
go south until you hit
the Pacific Ocean
turn right
about a quarter mile
there will be a dirt road
take it down
on the west side
is the riverbed
hike it to the beach
we'll all build a big bonfire
then it is a no-brainer
from there . . .
he was the last hippy poet
of the Woodstock Generation
he would often take people
to the last hippy refuge
to share a little bit
of what used to be
to share a little vision
of what he could still see
early morning
frozen faces
gathered in the traveling pool
shuttle for the 21st century
thoughts of you
move around my mind
as I'm still wakin' up
and sippin' my morning coffee
coke machines
on a flatbed truck
and a one-piece pick-up
now that's pretty rare
traffic's touch and go
as usual
but I left in plenty of time
to get there
I've learned not to hurry
it causes too much strain
you can see it in the eyes
of so many . . . who snicker
—zooming by
wondering why everyone
doesn't go 80
so they can get to . . . nowhere
—quicker
but . . .
the last hippy refuge
is just around the bend
it's time to go back there
again
so I can be closer
to my ideals
and remember . . .
that brotherhood was real
it wasn't just
a state of mind
it was the way we treated
each other
with compassion and caring
and everyone sharing
what they had
—and glad to
just to make it
through the day
with a smile
upon our faces
the last hippy refuge
is just around the bend
it's time to go back there
again
the last hippy refuge . . .
where the beach meets the riverbed
we can sit around the campfire
and get out of our own heads
. . . for awhile
watch the waves
and play guitar
sing some songs
about love and flowers
it's the best place to be
just who we are
and while away the hours
he would often recite his poems
to the tribe gathered there
poems about love
and of being alone
wherever he came from
wherever he'd roam
he was the last hippy poet
and this was his home
the last hippy refuge
is just around the bend
it's time to go back there
again
so we can be closer
to our ideals
and remember . . .
that our tribes were real
the last hippy refuge
is calling me again
got to go back there
whenever I can
so I can be closer
to my ideals
and remember . . .
that brotherhood was real
got to get away
from this insanity
get back in touch
with humanity
you can go there too . . .
I'll take you
he was the last hippy poet
of the Woodstock Generation
he would often take people
to the last hippy refuge
to share a little bit
of what used to be
to share a little vision
of what he could still see
"The Last Hippy Poet Of The Woodstock Generation & The Last Hippy Refuge" - © C. Steven Blue 12/2/1992
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