Betsy Robin Schwartz

it was eating grapes

it was blowing bubbles

it was innocence

your grandmother looking

oh so corporate

suit and tie

was once tie-dyed

with warm wild anarchy

peace and love

in her eyes

that was her

flower child

love freak

oh yes back when

anyone wearing well

worn bell-bottomed

patched-over pants

or some dress from India

was a friend

and naked bodies

became friends

bounced in the river

oh yes naked bodies

oh the bliss of bare selves sharing

oh what was will not come again

tell the kids

she's been there

done that

tell the kids

find your

own garden