In the haze of the sixties' dawn,
A symphony of change was born,
A melody of vibrant hues,
Where music sparked the world's enthuse.
From Woodstock's fields to cities' lights,
Echoed songs of love's pure flights,
In voices that dared to dream so high,
Boundless souls that touched the sky.
Guitars strummed with fervent grace,
Electric chords, an embrace,
Searing riffs and rhythms wild,
Stirred the hearts of every child.
With a revolution's thunderous beat,
Lyrics roared through crowded streets,
Questioning norms, demanding peace,
A chorus of hope that would not cease.
The Beatles, Stones, and Hendrix's might,
Their soundtracks paved the path of light,
Janis, Dylan, and Morrison's call,
Reverberated, breaking walls.
From Motown's soulful, smooth embrace,
To psychedelic rock's cosmic space,
Folk ballads and bluesy cries,
Each note a beacon in the skies.
A counter-culture's vibrant tale,
Their music left a timeless trail,
In lyrics etched, the times' desire,
A generation's lasting fire.
Though years have passed, their echoes thrive,
The sixties' music, still alive,
A legacy that weaves its art,
A rhythm pulsing in each heart
Belle Webb🪶©2023
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