Posted by Clabert on March 15, 2000 at 08:20:27:
In Reply to: Re: To All Who Live Here posted by Emma on March 15, 2000 at 07:34:30:
: : : : I must say thank you for all the kind words, both on the board and through e-mail. I am made to feel most welcome. I am by nature an observer, whose voice is saved until moved by sweet inspiration; therefore, although I may not speak, I am still here - watching and laughing.
: : : : Emma
: : : ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
: : : Well, it takes those who "are a breed apart and make no sense" to come here and have as much fun as we do. I for one, am glad that you are enjoying yourself. For some it is a place to release some tention from a long days work. And for others, it is a way to be something that we feel deep inside. We are all like family here so join in anytime. We can alway use the extra feet to stomp the Wood Gnomes and Fairy Folk.
: : : Clabert
: : Clabert,
: : Oh why don't YOU go stomp around in that pasture over there...that's right, the one full of cow pies. I'm sure that HUGE ill-tempered bull won't mind!
: : Stop trying to convert Emma to your perverted, gnome stomping ways. She has already proven herself to be fae and a lover of the wee folk.
: : I do swear, you must have been toilet trained at gunpoint just as Doc Mary was.
: : Gnome Dome
: Billy, do not fear, for I on gossimer wings do fly, over mountain meadows to touch the flowers with faerie dust and sunlight. I do not often roam into deep woodlands, but fear not those who live there. I cannot be converted, for to be so would mean my end.
: And Clay Bear, tracker, adventurer, frontiersman of the past, you too profit from the our existance. Who watches your step through rugged lands? Who keeps you safe from those who question your path? We do, those who inhabit the hidden world. Do you not feel the breath of my wings on your cheek? I know you do, for once you turned, hoping to catch a glimpse. But slow you are, so convinced you remain that we do not exist. We are here and safe you remain.
: Emma
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Oh Emma,
The hair on the back of my neck did stand, for the words that you speak are true. If not for our picking on the wee people, how else would they know that we believe?
Clabert