I wonder how many remember?

Question

Woodstock...revisited

Now my hair is not black, but it still rides my back.
And I still squish the mud twixt my toes.
Ah, the magick of Rain and the songs of Cocaine.
And the love that was warmer than clothes.

We did circle and form, neath the sun, neath the storm.
There was Magick, that once, ne'er again.
And the Path crossed that way, o'er the night and the day.
Twas at Woodstock, that once, ne'er again.

Answer 1

Nice poem; I remember seeing it at MTV. I so wanted to be a mud person...especially when Green Day played.