THE LAD WHO WANDERED TOO CLOSE

TO THE MOON

 

Born of the river, bred by the trees

The lad grew and lived with the bears and the bees

Within the forest of canopies green

Beside the river so gentle and clean

Daily he’d wander and berries he’d pick

And watch all the bears, as honey they’d lick

Then amble behind long after they’d gone

He was a fine lad, God’s natural son.

But one day he happened to catch just a flash

Of two fellows with something he heard them call “cash”

What is all this stuff? He saw them exchange

And in all his wonder, he started to change.

For once they had left, their deal finished soon

He followed behind the fellow called “Moon.”

He followed him to mountains of steel

And heard a few others refer to the “deal.”

He wandered about this strange wonderland

With gritty, hard meadows made only of sand

He found many people, some good, mostly bad

Who tried to persuade, this naïve young lad

To part with this thing, that they all called “cash”

And when he’d leave off, out at him they’d lash

Some, they did take him and beat him with sticks

And one, she did take him and sooth him with licks.

But then she did too, demand the green stuff

And cursing she too began to get rough

So then he fled, from this terrible place

And returned to his home, although in disgrace

But upon reaching, his river and fields

All was destroyed by a monster that yields

Awful destruction with a name like a cat

The trees were all gone, torn down and flat.

So to this day, the lad sings a sad tune

Of the day that he wandered, too close to the Moon.

ORDER THIS BOOK