I’ve just posted a new poem “Th’owd lass” on the general poetry page.
I wrote this piece after thinking about how the current crop of young people (our own grandchildren included) might see my generation.
For example, they will see an old lady shuffling around the street and shops and think ‘”aw look, an old lady”, but if they did the maths, and took her age back by 60 years, they arrive at the mid-to-late 1960s, the time of hippies, Carnaby Street, the “summer of love”, of “tune in, turn on, drop out” counter culture of Timothy Leary.
When Joni Mitchell, Joan Baez, Bob Dylan, John Lennon and Paul McCartney were young singer/songwriters.
Just a thought to consider about how your Granny was 60 years ago
Alan
