I grew up the son of a couple school teachers,
one English, the other Concow.
Our trips to the Bay list'nin' to their cool 8-tracks,
music sounding so simple now.
I learned all the words to Peter, Paul & sweet Mary,
Janis and the music from Hair.
Rolling to the Haight or up north to Bodega,
learned of love, freedom and to share.
My heroes have always been hippies.
Simple, without extremes.
Jesus and Lennon, MLK and Gandhi,
and others who showed us lived dreams.