David Berg's poem, Mountin Maid! was first published by the Children of God in 1971. It was later distributed to the general public, including elementary school students, in an illustrated tract format with a slightly different title. In 1973, the Milford (Ohio) School District banned the Children of God from distributing Mountin Maid and other publications on its campuses and the district superintendent told the Lancaster Eagle Gazzette that the poem was "salacious" and "lewd." On February 18, 1974, Time Magazine published a short review:
The information center for the Children of God today is London. But Leader Moses David stays as elusive as Howard Hughes, making contact with the members only in his weekly epistles called "Mo Letters" and through what might be described as fundamentalist pornography. Berg's poem Mountin' Maid, for instance, is 300 lines of awful doggerel urging women to bare their breasts. Sample line: Can't we leave those summits bare Without all that underwear?
Time Magazine: Children of Doom — 1974-02-18
In 2000, Stephen Kent noted that:
After the group departed from California and travelled across the continent (ending up at Camp Laurentide in Quebec), Berg increasingly justified forms of nudity among his followers (Kent and Mytrash interview with Whitt, 1989, p.7). In the Texas Soul Clinic camp (from February 1970 to September 1971 [Davis with Davis, 1984, p.97]), Berg required women to go braless, undoubtedly borrowing the idea from a contemporaneous trend within the women's movement (see Morrison and Holden, 1973). His December 27, 1970 poem, however, "Mountin' Maid!" (note the sexual allusion), gives no indication that Berg's braless policy was designed as a political statement against "the body politic" as was the women's movement action. His own sexual fantasies and preferences form the only basis for the poem...[quoted lines redacted] The poem continues in this vein for a total of 301 lines (see also Richardson and Davis, 1983, p. 412).
Source: Lustful Prophet: A Psychosexual Historical Study of the Children of God's Leader, David Berg — CULTIC STUDIES JOURNAL Volume 11 No. 2 (1994): 135-188
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"MOUNTIN MAID!"--MO December 27, 1970 GP N0.240
--Inspired by contemplations in Israel
Copyright © December 1970 by The Children of God P.O. Box 31, London WC2E 7LX, England or GPO Box 3141, San Juan, Puerto Rico 00936
A Dissertation on Mountain Peaks: --A Mountain Climber's Odyssey!
I am for the mini-blouse
Or the see-through at my house
She is such a lovely thing!
To her mounts I love to cling!
I'm a mountain' man, my Honey!
Give me mountains for my money!
Though I oft explore her cave
It's on her mountains that I rave!
Let those mountains be more visible
And their clothing more divisible!
Then they would be safer far
If you'd leave those gates ajar!
To reveal her scenic beauty
Is your Godly given duty!
Clear away that underbrush
And their praise you cannot hush!
Down with front retaining walls
Beauty hidden is what galls!
Truth unveil for all to see!
Lift men's minds from out the gutter
And her praises they will utter!
Raise their eyes unto her hills
And you'll cure neurotic ills!
T'would increase their hopes to hail
Beauteous heights without the veil!
You can now her valley fathom
Far above her lower chasm!
Clear the undergrowth away
For that smell of new-mown hay!
Undergirding, pillared column--
You can have your clothing solemn!
Flying buttress, deep crevasse,
There is nothing like her ass!
But I'll show you something better
For a real attention-getter!
Set your mind on things above
That deep cavern that you love!
When I show my lovely miss
Which is why I'm writing this.
I prefer the top to bottom:
Brother, she has really got'em!
The bottomless is not amiss,
But topless heights I like to kiss!
Can't have one without the other,
Like a babe without its mother.
'Bove the bottomless abyss
Stand the mountains you can't miss!
It's each peak so fascinating,
Makes my Love so titillating!
If you'd view ecstatic wonder
Tits like hers can make hearts thunder!
Top to bottom I'm no stranger
But I thrill to mountains' danger!
Top to bottom can be seen
Undulating curves between--
Up and down her tiny crater
Heaves and sighs whene'er I mate'er!
Her volcano off explodes
When we love in our abodes!
It's a holy hole indeed
And within I leave my seed.
Topless, midless, anywhere,
But for bottomless I don't care!
Lest we fall too far therein
And those peaks we ne'er unpin!
Twin peaks draped with fleecy cloud
Very thin and not too loud--
Billowy colour, not deep snow
Lest her lovely lines won't show!
Deep soft snow, howe'er you shape,
Will never cause us males to gape!
Natural pinpoints, clever cleft
That is all that we want left!
Unless she is some old crone,
Can't you leave those peaks alone?
Can't we leave those summits bare
Without all that underwear?
If snow is needed, let it fall
Down within her garden Wall!
For this padding I don't care!
I prefer my mountains bare
Not obscured or capped with snow!
For such trappings I don't go!
Let mountains rise o'er foliage too,
With timberline below the dew
To coverings I have objections!
I like to view the real projections!
Must you think it all so rude
To naturally let her protrude?
To fondle her resplendent beauty
Is our precious pressing duty!
If support is sometimes needed,
Let those peaks be unimpeded!
Buffer bulwarks from below
But leave mountain peaks to show!
Weight not down nor hide the top!
All this hiding's gotta stop!
Lofty shoulder, rolling field,
Let those headlands be revealed!
Arms extended full of grace
No more hidden than her face!
If warmth is needed ere betrothed,
Let her peaks be lightly clothed:
Furry creature, woolly flock,
Loosely wrapped about her smock,
Easy drawn aside by hand
Of the shepherd of her land.
When the summer sun doth shine
And in heat her fires refine,
Quickly melts her fallen snow
And cascading it will go
With the warmth of summer love
Baring mountain tops above!
Like the fleecy misty cloud
Just with vapour her enshroud!
Filmy vapours only flow
From above to vales below!
Only bright and shining tresses
Top our mountain maiden's dresses!
Accent all her naked beauty
With less on our nudie cutie!
She's a beauty with them on
Beauty's self when robes are gone!
Don't conceal her points of int'rest!
Nature's course with clothes thou hind'rest!
Flowers nestle in her hair
'Twined in hollows here and there
Circling round the tower above
All proclaim her joy of love!
Craft displays her lovely wares
Only please the one who cares!
Custom or conformity
Clothe her in hypocrisy
Never let her hidden be!
Methinks there'd be far less desire
To ravish her on lust's cruel fire
In man's relentless exploration
If viewed with open admiration
Her pleasing beauty clearly seen
Would satisfy his sexy spleen!
No need to strip what God created
Nor herself be violated
Open view could satisfy
Ardent longings of his eye!
Nudeness thrills her thankful viewers
Only look and be not doers!
Else she might end on the skewers
Of whose strength goes down the sewers!
You don't wonder what's beneath
Heavy snow or wooded wreath,
All is there for all to see
Mountains' magic majesty!
With each lovely rise and fall
Breath of Spring and nature's call!
Wonders of our God's creation
Defy man's imagination!
No need imagine here their form
Stark reality is borne
'Fore the eyes of mortal men
Naught is hidden from their ken!
With more truth and honesty
Viewers could possessors be!
Lust for new discovery
Need not strip this pretty maid
It's already been displayed!
Only lower parts need hide,
Upper ones seen far and wide!
Need not lust to rend her veil
See her now you could not fail
Need not dream what lies beyond
For all barriers are gone!
Fantasy doth hide and tease
But undress doth only please!
Fascination doth explore
Man insists on seeing more!
But when rid of all false pride
She has little more to hide!
Strip those bare necessities!
Show those nude realities!
Methinks such open revelation
Tempers tantalised temptation
All is now both known and seen
There is nothing in between!
Evil quests for the unknowns
But her beauty she enthrones!
She doth no more her viewers taunt
Beyond her garden wall to vaunt
To trespass on her property
For all is there so plain to see!
They're not piqued to push their way
Thru' foliage dense to see what lay
Beyond the hedge nor o'er the wall
For all lies bare at beck and call!
Why should I climb my neighbour's fence
When he's not barred my view from thence!
For now I have no need to tread
And trespass to his lady's bed
Nor climb her mounds for better look
Whilst all is clear as in a book!
For naught lies now 'twixt me and thine
To gaze upon thy lovely vine
I need but cast a casual glance
And pass her way with naught askance!
I go upon my merry way
I've seen the entire scene today!
With treasured mem'ry homeward bound
To climb upon my own young mound!
No need to prey and to offend,
This openness I recommend!
You need not honour sacrifice
Just let man's open view suffice!
For oftentimes such wall and hedge
But aggravate, I do allege,
And signs that say, "Do not trespass!"
The more provoke to see, alas!
Where if you'd not obstruct the view
I'd be the more obliged to you!
Let's have no hiding hedges now,
Nor warding walls, to this we vow!
'Twere better far for us to share
Our lovely view of pretties bare
Than hide for us alone to see
In selfishness and privacy!
So let them look in fancy free
Upon your female bon beautie!
Instead of tempting to trespass,
Let's have a look at you, fair lass!
For to look we all are prone--
Just let us see and leave alone!
For if all men are just like me
We like to view our wonders free!
We don't want to bother you,
We just want to see the view!
We'll then pass to other scene
Content with what we've only seen.
Methinks 'twere better to unveil
These hidden beauties ere they pale
And let be seen to all enjoy
So that their loveliness may cloy
And let be shared by every eye
To lessen wont to steal and lie
And trespass on some mountain peak
The news of which is bound to leak!
Let's tread our own and not another's
Or we may have too many mothers!
And so we'll gladly share our own
And hope to view our neighbour's zone!
We'll be most happy to display
Our property that others may
Enjoy the view that we can see
Of all her pretties well as we!
Methinks this rule be better far
And in such way the fashion bar
Of crude display of coarse crevasse
By some near unskirted lass!
That tempteth men with low desire
To plumb her depths beneath with spire!
Or else be nigh repulsed with spasm
By sinking sight of stinking chasm!
So lift your eyes unto the hills
And set your thoughts on rocks and rills
And keep your mind on things above
And let your heart be filled with love!
Let's hope for nobler, loftier scene
And lower parts from mankind screen!
Let's have top, midriff revealed
Not bottomless abyss unsealed!
I guess I'll take what I can get!
Enjoy each view, that you can bet!
For there are those who'd plant a kiss
Upon each passing friendly miss
And if you'd show a friendly nipple
they 'd kiss that too without a ripple!
They'd satisfy the bearer too
As each new mountain heaved in view,
And they'd not stop, but ask for more
Until they've made of you a whore
Give you a parting friendly squeeze
Leave you with nothing but a sneeze!
So let the barers thus beware
Of other bold ones that would dare
Imbed the distaff of their pride
In virgin soil beyond the tide!
Some dauntless might desire for more
And daily dream to you explore
To claim some new discovery
And leave it will posterity!
So you watch out, my maiden fair!
For if you choose to beauties bare
Don't let some drag you to their lair
And plant that distaff you know where!
Be on the lookout for each knave
Who'd leave his mark within your cave!
Please save the touching for your own
If you want mounts for him alone!