Child of the 70s

I was young ,so young and  filled with promise.  I was fearless…the eagle flying high, grasping life.   The golden days of my youth were known for Smiley faces, faded jeans and pet rocks,  and good guys win in the end.  Carole King and James Taylor  would be playing on the radio, their words filling my thoughts of highways and byways, and the ways of friends and lovers. Rarely foes, for the world was sweet, and innocence a birthright.  Yes, then my story was an open book…the pages yet to be marked.

I was young in an age, where freedom and love, were in the air.  And my future was glinting like golden pennies along the way .  Every road looked to be an adventure for the intrepid explorers, wet behind the ears.  For those were  the days of rebellions of  the spirit and the spirit of the times.  It was riding high with Jerry Jeff  Walker and riding the stars, to suddenly touch the earth, like butterfly wings. Then skim the heavens once more.  We knew, we believed, with all our hearts, that we could be anything, do anything.  It was our time, and our possibilities were as infinity…dancing across the universe, we thought…forever.

So long ago, and far away, in an age that vanished, like leaves in the wind.  Like my youth, which is now faded, like billboards on the highway, torn and worn in the by-gone days of summer.  When I look in the mirror, are you still there…my sweet child of the 70s?