I was a teenager back then,
recalling now, looking through
Ardley's window at acoustic
guitars and their optical seduction.

A voice from a passing observer
remarked that those things are
not for you son, only people with
straight long hair can play them.

I re focussed my eyes away from
the wood waisted elegance to the
glass reflection at my unmanageable
mop of curly celtic Irish hair.

My impressionable youth had been
influenced by a faceless comment
and now nearing yet another 70s I
regret remembering Woodstock.