“And I dreamed I saw three B52s in formation overhead,
Turning into Canada Geese above our nation…”
After Joni Mitchell, again. Something about these geese brings her music to mind time and again.
Maybe it’s a Canadian thing?
It is not a Woodstock thing. I was there. The musicians were coptered in by the army. Us groundlings were drenched and had no place to defecate. I marched five miles to the site, saw the bowl of stinking humanity and fled.
If only I had been a Canada Goose, I could have simply squawked and flown off.
Joni mercifully wasn’t there, which is doubtless why she was able to create such a chills-down-the-spine, mythic piece of poetry.
