Written for dVerse Poets Quadrille
Monday – “Swearing by all Flowers”
where our host, De Jackson, has offered
up the word “flowers”. Here is my quadrille.
They met on Haight Street,
guitars slung
across shoulders
like rifles turned to flowers,
jackets emblazoned with
peace and love.
The war raged elsewhere;
here, they made noise that
felt like peace,
four strangers becoming
brothers in three chords,
believing music could change
everything.
NAR©2026
44 Words
This is “San Francisco” by Scott McKenzie
All text and graphics are copyright for Nancy Richy and are not to be used without permission. NAR©2017-present.
The Elephant's Trunk 
We had our day(s), but look at where we are now. Bummer
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I wanna go back! 😩
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I have regretted being too young to be a part of this scene my whole life. Brilliant poetry and music.
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It was a happening time, Jodi. Thanks very much.
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Such a great song. The 60’s were some kind of era.
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And I remember them! Thanks, Lois 🎶
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I never got to San Francisco, but I did wear flowers in my hair …
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San Fran is wonderful and I also wore flowers in my hair! 💐
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I love your response to this Nance and such a classic song 🎵🙌💕
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Thanks so much, Ange! I’m thrilled to know you enjoyed it ♥️
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If only life was that simple 💜💜
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Back then we thought it was! Thanks, Willow. 💜
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I liked your words and have always liked the song
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Thanks, Brian. I’m glad to know you enjoyed both.
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