RAINBOW ZEN…(this was supposed to 

                                be alot more colorful)

Not only the name of my home,

A place where I, in past, “communed”,

In those hippy days of yore,

When I was, or thought, a bit happier,

But was in reality just a bit sappier…

Did try all the 60’s drugs,

And all the meditative hugs,

Also had & put together many of my own rugs,

Sold them for money to contribute to the guru,

Little did I know he was nothing more or less than a kangaroo,

Took our money, that he did, and moved to Australia,

We all found that we had been ripped,

Oh well live and learn, the commune seemed to work better,

In his absence, and we all found a little better, we tripped…

Now I use the name, Rainbow Zen, on anything I own,

I would have eventually called the boat that,

If I kept it long enough to have christened her,

My motor home is named this too, as it takes me back,

To a time of my youth,

Where things were simpler, money had no meaning,

And we just loved & loved and showed it in sex,

A time when I could still, get it up, so to speak…

So if on the road you see this old ugly camper,

Bumper stickers depicting a bygone era,

Pass us and give us the peace sign,

We will respond in kind,

And we know you will think us out of our mind,

But we are happy, ole’ Rufuz, Rene’ & I,

As we cruise down the highways & byways,

And at the scenery just sigh…

                                                            (ed)