I was an armchair hippie During the war in ‘Nam. I read Time and Life. I cheered Ruban And was awed by Timothy Leary and Richard Alpert. My hair was long. I made peace symbols in the snow. Inuits, back from school in the south, Shared their hash with me. Friends grew the weed In grandma’s flower pot, And made brownies during the darkless nights. Cool! I protested pollution in the Northwest Territories, And wrote to Trudeau; And wrote words of wisdom: I shot an arrow in the air And it stayed there. and Unwrap the parcel of water, Keep the stamps, And drink it. and Peal a million Balloons And breath the fresh air. Psychedelic man! During my programmed holidays I bought music: Cat Stevens, Simon and Garfunkel, Grateful Dead, Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd. I dug it! I wore bell bottoms, painted T-shirts, Bought incense and black candles. During the winter we would fondue With wisps of smoke entwining our noses. Cool! I was at Woodstock – in my head – Sliding in the mud, Number nine, number nine. My stereo never stopped: Country Joe and the Fish. Far-out man!
Armchair Hippies – Sequel
As I age Sitting in my armchair, I think about the hippie sixties – Much more than beads and drugs, A time of great psychic change.
The revolution saved thousand of lives – Stopping the dissolute war in Nam.
Ecological consciousness shifted then – Rachel Carson, energetic youth, we needed you To escape from the ignorance of the fifties.
The church invoked power – “Produce a baby a year.” “Masturbation is a sin.” “Women are subservient to men.”
Religion controlled our morals – Dogma, rituals, rules, fear. The sixties changed that. Hippies discovered spirituality – Sure, it started with drugs, But it ended with meditation.
I’m thankful for them. They cut the strings of oppression And set us free. Religion, as we know it, will die A new world will evolve, And it all started with the hippies In the sixties. Cool!