So they gathered

 in their hundreds of thousands

footloose pilgrim dreamers and seekers

in a collective surge for new beginnings;

reacting to napalm bombing,

assassinations of peace activists,

consumerism, corruption, inequality

- animal testing, the thraldom of need.

 

How many still march and wave banners

freely thinking, loving, smoking, sharing

still sing and dance,

wild sleep and swim

telling old yarns to wide-eyes little ‘uns

of times when money mattered not.

When provision fell out of the heavens

like manna

 - imagine boiling thousands of eggs!

As sane folk rolled in the mud, rejoicing;

drums chorused by thunder,

faces alight with joy.