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| Hey , Jersey Devil, Caught my limit, and you? Love ya man, but you can't have any of my good bait! Smootch, Foxfire |
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Thanks to all my BBS friends... and foes for all the words in the last five years..some were good, some were powerful, some were common, but it's all we have to communicate with here in this vast cyberland. I will go away from this experience enriched . From my first tenative key strokes to bringing forth from somewhere in my wild irish roots words and thought that must have come from my ancestors..Thank you for the exchange, I am truly grateful.... Bless you all and this great Free Country of ours. Foxfire Light |
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| Some of my favorite words: Magic Words an Eskimo Poem In the very earliest of time, When both people and animals lived on earth, A person could become an animal if he wanted to and an animal could become a human being. Sometimes they were people and sometimes they were animals and there was no difference. All spoke the same language. That was a time when words were like magic. The human mind had mysterious powers. A word spoken by chance might have strange consequences. It would suddenly come alive and what people wanted to happen could happen. Nobody could explain this: That's the way it was. |
| Come to the edge, he said. They said: "We are afraid!" Come to the edge, he said: They came, He pushed them and they flew. -Guillame Apollinaire William: ( shouting to them all) I am William Wallace Young soldier: (to William) William Wallace is 7 ft tall William: (to the young soldier) Yes, I've heard. He kills men by the hundreds, and if he were here he'd consume the English with fireballs from his eyes and lightingbolts from his arse. (All laugh. He addressed the crowd.) I am William Wallace, and I see a whole army of my countrymen here in defiance of tyranny. You have come to fight as free men, and free men you are. What will you do with that freedom? Will you fight? Veteran: ( To William) Fight against that? No, we will run, and we will live. William (In reply) Aye, fight and you may die, run and you'll live. At least a while. (Shouting to all). And dying in your beds many years from now, would you be willing to trade all the days from this day to that for one chance, just one chance to come back here and tell your enemies that they may take our lives, but they'll never take our freedom?" Alba gu brath! (Scotland Forever!) |
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