EVERYMAN-A -VENTURER
The sound of the waterfall
was found to cease
as the girl adjusted
to the natural peace.
To the dawn and the dew
she'd come awake,
the path through the pines
would then go take;
journey to the village
and back through the wood
to the campsite where
her caravan stood.
Sang the songbirds of day,
hooted the hawk-owls at night
with the moon high-above
the gypsies caravan-site.
Everybody's a traveller
here on mother earth.
Live in harmony with her
for all you are worth.
DAMN-MONEY-MATTERS-
AND-MAMMON'S-MANTRAS
Some pray for their daily-bread.
Some pray for bread with jam on.
But their are those
who at feasts toast
the god of finance, Mammon.
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