Goldfinch60

The First Hippie.

He stood there,

His long hair hanging around his face,

His beard laying upon his breast.

A long white robe covered him,

Hanging from his shoulders

To the ground.

He professed that love meant all,

Love for everybody.

It was in his soul,

It was in his words.

Those who believe

Say he was the son of god,

But to my new found focus

He was not,

To me he was

The First Hippie,

Bringing love,

Not war,

To all.