Let's dance in the flower beds
And make love in the mud
Be hippies for a day
And put the flowers in our hair
As I strum my guitar
You on the bongos
The rhythms float into the air
And let the people dance
Then return home to wash each other
And go to bed in embrace
Let's dance in the flower beds And make love in the mud Be hippies for a day And put the flowers in our hair. wonderful pome o f love and hope. so fine. thank you dear Lee Ann
This brings out the nostalgia. You've perfectly captured a time and a place...How to actually visit?
Love in the air! ! Rhythms float in the air. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. Stay blessed always.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Loved the title. This poem is simple and beautiful.