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 Perhaps every generation has a place they must experience. As a child of the 60's, I grew up with the Fab Four, watching as John, Paul, George, and Ringo went through their own brand of maturation in the view of the whole world. I was not a fan. In fact, in 8th grade (that would have been about the time the Beatles were on Ed Sullivan and swept the states with Beatlemania) I wrote an essay proclaiming that the Beatles were just a 'passing fad!' I passed the essay, but I failed in my prognostication. The Beatles went on to much fame and even won me over about the time of Rubber Soul and Revolver. John Lennon wrote the songs that defined so many of us who wore long hair and wore bell bottoms, who protested the immorality of the Vietnam War, who struggled for basic social equity and environmental concern. So it has become that Strawberry Fields has become destination of uncertain meaning for many of us. We draw to this spot on the sidewalk, we stand across the street from where he died, and we contemplate the simple words of a song memorialized for all. Imagine there's no heaven, It's easy if you try, No hell below us, Above us only sky, Imagine all the people living for today... Imagine there's no countries, It isnt hard to do, Nothing to kill or die for, No religion too, Imagine all the people living life in peace... Imagine no possesions, I wonder if you can, No need for greed or hunger, A brotherhood of man, Imagine all the people Sharing all the world... You may say Im a dreamer, but Im not the only one, I hope some day you'll join us, And the world will live as one. | |
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