March Wind… March 1967

March Wind
by Debbie Rapp, age 14

As I look out upon this crisp day,
All my troubles seem to float away,
With the soft fragrance of the air,
Which seems to be 'Without a care',
Like pixies walking across the ground,
The day is still, without a sound,
Except the whispering of the wind,
Which is not blowing, but floating around,
Telling everyone in the town:
"Ole' Man Winter, has given in."

A Throwback to My past… Ah, My Past… Some called it… ‘Hippy’
others still call me the Original ‘Flower’ or ‘Earth’ Child.

I will be posting my poetry from over 50 years ago, for an insight into a ‘Mind of the Time’. I needed to get it out there, so bear with me, I believe that these poems display some of the ‘Last Vestiges of Innocence’.

Thanks for stopping by,

I hope you join me on my journey, as I recount many things from my past,               and explore the many other creative possibilities in my future. – OmaEagle

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Last Vestiges of Innocence #3 The 60’s – Letters from Wayne

Love Letters from Wayne

3. by Wayne - I'll see you Again 26 Sep 1969

A Throwback to My past… Ah, My Past… Some called it… ‘Hippy’
others still call me the Original ‘Flower’ or ‘Earth’ Child.

I will be posting this poetry from 50 years ago, for an insight into some ‘Minds of the Times’. I needed to get it out there, so bear with me, I believe it is the ‘Last Vestiges of Innocence’. Love Letters from Wayne

and… Wayne, wherever you are, I hope Life has treated you well.

name art Wayne by Deb Rapp

I hope you join me on my journey, as I recount many things from my past,               and explore the many other creative possibilities in my future. – OmaEagle

 

 

 

My Haiku 1 – April 1968

Haiku
by Debbie Rapp, age 15

Darkness in the Night
Rusty graveyards gates squeaking
Black Cats filled with fright

 

Thank you for stopping by, I hope you join me on my journey, as I recount many things from my past, and explore the many other creative possibilities in my future. – OmaEagle

 

 

Tripping Through The Snow – March 1967

Tripping Through The Snow
by Debbie Rapp, age 14

Here comes winter, and I with a 'thorn in my side'
It happens every year, so I take it in my stride
All these people taking the sweetness out of me.
My leaves have died and left, for I am a Maple tree.
* Evidently there was snow on the ground.
I wonder if it meant to say Spring, or was this a metaphor?
brown maple leaf with person s eye

A Throwback to My past… Ah, My Past… Some called it… ‘Hippy’
others still call me the Original ‘Flower’ or ‘Earth’ Child.

I will be posting my poetry from over 50 years ago, for an insight into a ‘Mind of the Time’. I needed to get it out there, so bear with me, I believe that these poems display some of the ‘Last Vestiges of Innocence’.

Thanks for stopping by,

I hope you join me on my journey, as I recount many things from my past,               and explore the many other creative possibilities in my future. – OmaEagle

 

Last Vestiges of Innocence #2 The 60’s – Letters from Wayne

Love Letters from Wayne

(In response to one of my poems, Influences of Me)

2. by Wayne -Looking Down 26 Sep 1969

A Throwback to My past… Ah, My Past… Some called it… ‘Hippy’
others still call me the Original ‘Flower’ or ‘Earth’ Child.

I will be posting this poetry from 50 years ago, for an insight into some ‘Minds of the Times’. I needed to get it out there, so bear with me, I believe it is the ‘Last Vestiges of Innocence’. Love Letters from Wayne

and… Wayne, wherever you are, I hope Life has treated you well.

name art Wayne by Deb Rapp

I hope you join me on my journey, as I recount many things from my past,               and explore the many other creative possibilities in my future. – OmaEagle

 

The 60’s… O’ Woe To Me… Damn Vietnam

O’ Woe To Me by Debbie Rapp, age 14

Poems by Debbie Rapp - O' Woe To Me Jan. 1967

A Throwback to My past… Ah, My Past… Some called it… ‘Hippy’
others still call me the Original ‘Flower Child’ or ‘Earth Child’.

I will be posting poetry from over 50 years ago, for an insight into some ‘Minds of the Times’. I needed to get it out there, so bear with me, I believe that these poems display some of the ‘Last Vestiges of Innocence’.

I hope you join me on my journey, as I recount many things from my past,               and explore the many other creative possibilities in my future. – OmaEagle

 

Last Vestiges of Innocence… The 60’s

Love Letters from Wayne

The 60’s were a very turbulent and trying time for all, but I believe none were impacted more than the youth of the day. We were fed daily doses of violence, between the protests, the riots and the nightly broadcasts of the scenes and casualties of Vietnam.

Most of us were raised through ‘The Happy Days’ of the 50’s, but it seemed all of that came to a screeching halt as we were thrust into the Chaos of the 60’s. Our generation, I feel, experienced the greatest emotional highs and lows, between the Cuban Missile Crisis, the Assassinations, the Civil Rights Riots, the Draft, the In-Your-Face realities of war, the Anti-War Protests, the Be-Ins, the Love-Ins, the decade long Space Race culminating with the First Man on the Moon, then Woodstock. Um… and the last but not least, the Greatest Diversity of Music.

I will be posting this poetry from 50 years ago, for an insight into some ‘Minds of the Times’. I needed to get it out there, so bear with me, I believe it is the ‘Last Vestiges of Innocence’. Love Letters from Wayne

and… Wayne, wherever you are, I hope Life has treated you well.

name art Wayne by Deb RappDeb Doodles

1. by Wayne -Crawling Out Of Hermitage (p2) 25 Sep 19691. by Wayne - Crawling Out Of Hermitage (p2) 25 Sep 1969

name art Deb Rapp

Deb Doodles

 

A Throwback to My past…   Ah, My Past…   Some called it…   ‘Hippy’
others still call me the Original ‘Flower Child’ or 'Earth Child'.

 

I hope you join me on my journey, as I recount many things from my past,               and explore the many other creative possibilities in my future. – OmaEagle