THE SWINGING SIXTIES

THE SWINGING SIXTIES         

                                   

                                    By Peter Woodgate

                             

                              Today:

I visited the scenes of my youth.

Paused, in the playground of my dreams and recalled,

The Swinging Sixties.

The magic of Motown the Beatles and Stones

The Mods wearing mohair the Rockers in jeans.

Kensington High, Carnaby Street, and

The Kings Road for clothes and shoes for your feet.

The fashion of Quant, the hair of Sassoon,

The “space race” was on who’d be first to the moon?

The “Beehive”, the Minis, both car and the skirt

The thin pointed shoes and button-down shirt.

The coffee all frothy the jukebox alight

You put in your money and danced through the night.

In sport, so it seems, we were on the way up

Euphoria struck when we won the World Cup.

I felt indestructible, was joyful, not sad

My thoughts were all good ignoring the bad.

For I had a future no one could destroy,

I’d grown into a man from that small timid boy.

Yes, there was turmoil, assassins and war

But life was for living, it wasn’t a chore.

And so as I travelled through life’s ups and downs

I remained optimistic with smiles and with frowns.

But as seasons pass quickly we tend to look back

And I’d wandered those streets seeking something I lack.

I’d sat on a seat, suspended by chain

And gently pushed back,...........................I was swinging again.

  Copyright Peter Woodgate