A day in Harvard Square in the seventies,
Hippies, artists, writers, students, vagabonds.
Protesters always protesting something.
Minstrels always singing on sidewalks.
Pretty women, often in colorful dresses;
Men with long hair, often with beards.
Other varieties of people to see,
Some stoned, high on whatever.
Some there just for shopping or dining.
Have Krishnas chanting and dancing.
Festive and free youthful atmosphere,
Maybe some love flowering in the air.
People pouring out of the subway,
Scaling the stairs to the square.
Serious professors and students
Hastening back to classes.
Harvard Yard, incomparable.

Bob Boyd