Faerie's Shout of the Week
Award-270910
Faerie's Shout of the Week
Award-270910
Bless the words which are written here,
for they bring our hearts much cheer;
A melding of minds brings forth light,
giving us reason to continue our fight.
May we continue in the light of day,
listening to the cheerful words you say;
Give us more messengers of Faerie creed,
the joy on which our minds do feed.
Grow in us the true spirit of the fights,
and speed good cheer throughout the night;
In daylight may your values we plead,
and in our postings do sincerity they read.
Here are few questions we asked our Fairy of the Week!
Why do you treasure being a Spirit Fairy?
There is a sweet, sweet spirit among our Faerie clan. Always has been and always will be. Perhaps because either man, woman or child who elects to be a Faerie is really a little child at heart.
How long have you been a Spirit Fairy for The Site Fights?
I received my wings shortly after income tax season in 1999.
What advice would you give a new fairy who wants to get more involved with DRealm and The Site Fights?
Do not become so quickly involved in various activities that burn out will occur. Be guided my your inner voice and savor each moment in TSF with the expectation that life may come to an end with the blink of an eye.
Please tell us a little about yourself:
Everyone knows that dogs love trucks and babies and small children are born to smile and laugh. Well I love my Shetland Sheepdogs and butterflys.
A Spirited Shout from our Fairy of the Week!
I truly loathe my own cheers except upon occasion. Perhaps this one will tickle your funny bone as it does mine. The Pooka was a Faerie in the Forest. We exchanged cheers along with a host of other good Faeries. This was a time of joy. A time to remember. A time to savor and not forget. For some reason a word from the Pooka and others come at a time when there is a real need for good cheer.
Our Forest Friend
by The Faerie Keeper
When we awoke on Christmas day,
there under the tree was she!
Pooka had taken the presents place,
grinnin' with chocolate on her face.
No sadness from the lack of sweets,
for in that cheery face was glee.
Pooka just spun around and a poof,
no more could this sweet spirit we see.
Then at the table pilled with pie,
out of the corner of our eye we spy,
Pooka smacking her lips again in glee,
and on her nose a pecan we can see.
All during the day and even until now,
she just seems to always know how,
little boys need a spirit filled sigh,
and then again the Pooka do we spy.
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