Imperfect Tents

We were camping.
We were drinking.
We were loving
free
(and Humble Pie).
We were dropping acid, our minds grew larger.
We were washing mud from our bodies later.

We were sharing sleeping bags.
We were shouting ‘running dogs’.
We were shaking England’s roots
and
rotten branches.
We were helping sisterhood,
We were growing tolerance.

We are now our parents.