A child of the sixties, wild and free,
And Rod McKuen, meant the world to me.
I grew up with Creedence, and a band named Bread,
The Vietnam war, always in my head.
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I too love Rod McKuen...discovered him when I was a teenager. I took all his books out from the local library...and some thirty years later, returned to that town, and tried to take his books out again...only to realize I had never returned them! ! ! I confessed to the librarian my oversight, paid a kindly lowered fine and was told I could keep them...I still snuggle up to Stanyan Street on a chilly winter's night and find warmth. Thanks for reminding me of what first drew me into Rod' s mystique. I invite you to read my poetry, as I am new to poemhunter and welcome all new friends with a wish for PEACE
I just heard of McKuen today, and he sounds fascinating. I haven't read any of his poems yet, but since I can't find any on PH, I will have to search elsewhere. Your poem is a lovely tribute to him and after reading your poem, I am really looking forward to reading his poems.