Remembering Scott McKenzie

Come to San Francisco

Wearing flowers as organic crowns

Come to dance

Trip out

Pick up the badass torch from City Lights

Howl at the man

Revel as rebels

Wash your ears out with psychedelic sounds

Groove in tune

Turn on

If we didn’t make it in the Summer of Love

We watched

Even through the pages of Life and Time

We listened to scratchy records

We remembered down the long years

By the time the iconic bridge was in my viewfinder

The only flowers left were in gardens

Or on cars

But the echo of the song




David Trudel   © 2012



Filed under Poetry

4 responses to “Remembering Scott McKenzie

  1. Matt Valenti

    Very cool. To those of us for whom arriving in San Francisco was a magical rite of passage that changed our lives forever, your poem speaks volumes.

    • Thanks very much – I was watching from afar and was a few years too young to join the party but I recognize the watershed importance of mid sixties SF. Music, art, social mores, politics and more continue to be influenced by what was going on in the Bay Area all those years ago.

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