Posted by Emma on April 03, 2000 at 11:52:36:
Billy Gnome, Billy Gnome, come out to play.
I miss you completely, please don't go away.
Doc M and sweet Clay Bear, French trader et tu
the spell is not broken, the day is but new.
I need a good dose of that gracious Bent Twigg
and Hector please find a deep rabbit hole to dig.
Busy Bee and MMMMarcia, where hide you I say?
Have you forgotten your power to make my good day?
The faeries are dancing and spring is at hand
but where are the people of Mohicanland?
You all are but hiding, I know this is true
For many have written to tell me they're blue.
The blow that was dealt was not lethal, in fact
was inconsequential in the power it lacked.
So come back and dance on the words through the wire
and behind you do put those words that were dire
with meaning and portent and power unseen.
Myself, I don't think they were meant to be mean.
Come one and come all to the party at hand
and join in the treasure of Mohicanland.
And be not offended by posts big or small
as power and life here reside with us all.
Emma Ross Gaelley (not to be confused with anyone else)
of the Southern Highlands' Gaelleys
with the midnight blue eyes (often mistaken for brown)
and a forthrightness that often lands her in hot water.