Last Vestiges of Innocence #8 The 60’s – Letters from Wayne

Love Letters from Wayne

8. by Wayne - The Closest Thing To Heavan 8 Oct 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

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Last Vestiges of Innocence #7 The 60’s – Letters from Wayne

Love Letters From Wayne

7. by Wayne - I Begin To See 8 Oct 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

Last Vestiges of Innocence #6 The 60’s – Letters from Wayne

Love Letters from Wayne

6. by Wayne -Innocent Murder√ 6.b by Wayne -Innocent Murder

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

Gray Day With Blues – April 1968

Gray Day With Blues
by Debbie Rapp, age 15

As I walk down this path,
I don't know whether to cry or laugh,
As this long day,
slowly passes away,
The sun goes down,
darkness falls all around,
The rain comes on,
and I sing a song,
The clouds are grey,
and they won't go away,
Everything is in 'Gloom',
and my world went 'Boom',
The ground is all wet,
and I regret,
That the ground is giving away,
it won't last another day,
It seems to be getting worse,
OH! it really hurts,
The ground is falling through,
what should I do?
I have nothing to stand on,
my whole world is gone,
I reach out, but nothing is there,
NOTHING IS THERE! - just thin air,
There is nothing to hold on to,
what'll I do? WHAT'LL I DO?
I am mercilessly falling,
I am painfully calling,
There is no reply,
oh my! OH MY!!
Nothing I can reach for,
no use to live anymore,
What am I saying?,
what is this game I am playing?
There is no life for me,
so I ought not be,
What's this, I have stopped,
I am no longer falling,
I am suspended in mid-air,
and I can't seem to get anywhere,
I am so mixed up,
and I can't stop,
I seem to be going round and round,
there is no up, there is no down,
What's this world coming to?
You ask me, I'll ask you.
selective focus photography of tree leaves

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’.

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 #5 The 60’s – Letters from Wayne

Love Letters from Wayne

5. by Wayne - A Meeting With Euphoria 29 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

Gypsy Life – April 1967

Gyspy Life
Debbie Rapp age 14

There they go moving along,
as they sing a lively folk song,
Their dogs around them do run,
with all the kids having fun,
They do make camp,
on a ground so damp,
Build a fire on the ground,
one they all sit around,
They all start drinking,
as they louden the singing,
They tell everyone's fortune by,
the stars in the sky,
With the mountains all around,
and the wild wolf sound,
They dance on,
to the beat of the song,
To their hearts they are true,
for they do anything they want to,
They forever travel around,
without ever settling down,
On they go from town to town,
you'll never know where they'll be found,
They live off the land,
which is really grand,
Since they are forever free,
they are smarter than you and me,
But there is still one unsolved mystery,
in the day and life of a Gypsy,
Because no one knows... Why, Oh! Why?
They travel til the day they die.
green grass field beside pathway

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’.

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

 

Last Vestiges of Innocence #4 The 60’s – Letters from Wayne

Love Letters from Wayne

4. by Wayne -Casting Off The Shuck 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