Woodstock, I
hear your song on the wing:
my heart is with you
now
And heavenly are the words
Of Love that you sing.
Child there are stars
in your eyes,
more than the universe can contain.
Nature, your voice
to me brings
a harmony
and I fly free.
Soul, your understanding
fills the heart of
those who love
as I am the Flower of
the woods.
Published in the Spring 1972 issue of the EVOLUTION literary magazine, Suffolk Community College
Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black
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