Showing posts with label wanee festival. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wanee festival. Show all posts
Friday, April 22, 2011
The Spirit, The Peace, The Love, Singleton Hippie Art
"Just Give Me Peace...a mantra,a song,a silly little nursery rhymeI sing~song over and over again...Searching for the moment....And then the dirt roadsopened,wandered,spilled over the roots of old treesand footsteps of ghosts before me,and led me to the River...To the dusty little heart of the Earth...And there on the banks of the Suwannee River...we gathered ....Kindred Spirits,and sister loves.
Monday, April 18, 2011
The First Night in the Woods
Moon over my Wanee,over my tent,over my spirit....washing me,rinsing me,readying mefor 10 days of Peace....I could have never imaginedthe magic,the moment,the movement,the music...And for once,I didn't have to pretend....
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Shroom for one More, Singleton Hippie Art
Shroom for One More(c) Singleton Hippie Art"Two tattered tents,one Bayou Blue,two painted ladies,one pup,and threeColeman specialstossed like confetti on the river banks....Our little Tent City...Hippie Kingdom on the hill...And when he said..."Can I come, too?"I whisperedto his back,to his shadow..."Scooch in closerto the circle,we've got shroom for one more"Watercolors and markers scribbled
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Peace, Love, and Wanee, Please... Singleton Hippie Art
Peace, Love, and Wanee, PleaseSingleton Hippie Art"He spun the paper his wayand I twirled my hair,watching him concentrate,biting his lower lip....slowly tracing the #2 pencilback through his memoriesuntil he had itand pushed the paperback to me.'Like this'....he whispered.And I suddenly saw it like we weresixteen again..."Watercolors and sharpies on a Sunday morning. Inspired by a Peace Bird
Friday, February 18, 2011
Wanna Wanee?, Singleton Hippie Art
Wanna Wanee?Singleton Hippie Art" Two margaritas on the table,salted and green,and we clinked!Raised our glasses high,swirlingthe cool Suwanee Riverin our hands,and imaginations,andsipped to our promise...Take Me to the Wanee...I whispered...Barefooted and free,to laughand danceand drinkthe music,To camp in painted tents,clockless,under a spirited sky.And he whispered back..."I've got the
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