Free Verse Hippie Poetry…Holding Hands

We drove a hundred miles

just to be driving

windows down

wind making our hair dance to our favorite tunes

we sang slightly off key

but who cared?

The sun was rising as we drove along

holding hands and making plans

I wondered if they would come true

or forever

remain in the dream realm

are we the ones at the helm

or is it up to a higher power

the hour is near

the sun is up

There was nothing left to do

but turn around and come back

or keep going

not knowing

but the windows were down

and the music was up

and we were holding hands.

Today’s free verse hippie poetry my friend. I hope you dig it. And I hope you’ll stop back by again tomorrow!! Have a beautiful day!! Much Peace Love Art 😀


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