Character is made up of a great variety of traits; some of the mind, some of the heart, some of the soul. That is, what we are is composed of what we know, what we feel and what we believe. In response to those things we act; we govern ourselves in respect to ourselves and in respect to others. The delightful exchange shown below is among friends in a body of fellowship and friendship known as D'Wild West - a team in TSF (The Site Fights).
Nothing brings out the music and the structural beauty of poetry as reading it aloud, and many who have cared nothing for verse in any of its forms learn to love it when they hear it read frequently by a sympathetic voice. In this delightful and well tended exchange, you dear reader may hear many voices from our clan. For all delight in varied form to the child which dwells in each of us.
Retorts
Well I don't know...
But I've been told
That nasty Stockade's
Not the place to grow old.
So here I am...
All bent outta shape
Trying to make my brain
COOPERATE!!!
Rhyming with reason...
Takes a lot of work
Gonna have to keep on trying
While the coffee perks.
This old Lady...
Needs a little help
Calls to her faeries
Sounds more like a yelp.
I need you all...
Down at the Shout it Out
Cause if we don't shout
There is no doubt...
That dang ole Posse...
Gonna lock us up
That won't look good
To the higher up
The Lady of D'Valley...
And her faithful crew
Locked up behind bars
For failure to spew...
Words of reason...
Words of Rhyme...
Get down to the Shouts...
Doesn't take a lot of Time
The Faerie Keeper...
Bless his heart
Better watch himself
When I shoot him with a dart *S*
And ole Miss Winds...
With her never-ending speed
She's number 2 on my list
When I do my deed :oP
The rest of the posse...
Well, what can I say?
The whole town will be talking
About this day
The Day that the Lady...
Came flying from the mist
And laughed as she called out-
Hey Posse! You missed!!!
hehehehehe
My Stockade is not nasty,
It is brand new,
with nice comfy beds just for you.
If you get in you can get out....
Just post a Shout
At the Shout it Out!!
Now Archer my dear,
I hear you are out and about,
Looking to find me nice and near,
But darts will not save you,
Only One Shout!!
So remind all the Wee Ones, Fairies, and Spirits,
To hurry on down for we want to hear it.
The rumbling roar of cheering from the Best
For we are all folks of D'Wild West.
