hippy

 
slowly swaying in the wind
emerging gently is my soul
bohemian woman dancing without a care

the flowers dance with my sisters devout
they are children of summer
their movement is art

they are Freelove
collecting memories others left behind
they don't want to grow up

they sing poetry
if you talk in prose
they'll take the time to talk to you

everlasting freedom, wildflower love in
spelling on the air you've entered a different dimension
these hippy girls never left the sixties
bespelled and gentle they are the spirits that never sold out