[Soaring Feather]

Yupper.

Did you get a lot done this week?? I have missed you!

I would imagine it takes a lot of planning for your classes. I am not a good planner, a space cadet mostly.

[Lady Jag]

I haven't gotten enough done and am still under the gun.

[WayzataJOHNN]

Warehousing History

Tis there upon the Tor
the ruins of a watchtower ancient and forlorn
amid howling of the storm I swore
I heard the eerie wail of a bygone battlehorn

Was that shadowy forms of men upon the wall
or memories set free
in answer to a now forgotten battle call
and I but chanced to see

There under the greening grass
lay swords and men and hopes now past
who dreamed of some fair lass
now entomb by sod and held ever fast

Under the silent silver moon
below the wind ripped clouds in fury
fate plays a wind voiced tune
and passes on to other places in a hurry

Warehoused amid the ruins they lay
their time of rest goes on
and nothing mortal man may say
will speed that final dawn

Wind scored rocks and stones a Keep may make
but time levels all in its steady flow
equallity for all things here for time's sake
as lives come and then turn and go

[starbase]

Hi Jim, I don't know if you've met Bentfeather the poet. I hang out here in her Drangonflies' Lair where we all try our hands at some expressive poetry, from time to time.

I'm in Chiang Mai right now, and will be posting pictures of Thailand over the next few months (once a week or so). If you'd like to make a Thai Ping into the Lair let me know and I'll ping you each time I post a set of recent photos, for all your readers who need a Thai fix.

And if you haven't met Bentfeather, then Bentfeather meet JimSEA and JimSEA meet Bentfeather.

Cheers,

starbase