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RobertB Senior Member
since 1999-09-26
Posts 1104Champaign, IL 
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Peal of the Dead When at last the call came forth, the Jesters, Jugglers and Fire Jumpers abandoned their preoccupations to lend a hand to the wagoner as he sang a song to the living and chanted a dirge for those not.... The Peal of the Dead. Robert |
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Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
Robert, what a scene...on many levels. ~ Claire Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?......Henry David Thoreau |
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RobertB Senior Member
since 1999-09-26
Posts 1104Champaign, IL |
Thanks Claire, this was inspired by a very strange accident indeed. RB if you can dream; you can fly...if you are flying; you are dreaming. |
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Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
Now I'm even more intrigued...care to elaborate? ~ Claire |
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Sunnyone Member Ascendant
since 2000-07-06
Posts 5334Staffordshire, England |
Robert... I'm with Claire.....there is a lot more to this story, me thinks!! I like what I read so far!! Today is a gift.... That is why they call it 'the Present'! |
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RobertB Senior Member
since 1999-09-26
Posts 1104Champaign, IL |
Ok you guys win. A few years ago I was at a friends house for a bar-b-que and bonfire. I am a kid at heart and thought how neat it would be to jump over the fire in the dark. I didn't though (perhaps maturity won out) and I never said anything about it to anyone either! Well, several of the younger guys thought of it too all on their own and started jumping over the fire. It was OK until 2 of them hit head-on right over the fire! The lightest of the two fell into the hot coals. In the emergency room they had him sedated for the pain was terrible. He had burnt his hands and arms. 2nd-3rd degree. I was there with his mother and the doctor. She asked him when they would peel off the dead. I looked at her and said...What??!! What did you say?? She then repeated that she wondered when they would peel off the dead burnt skin. I said...."Wow...that sounds so cool" Then explained that it sounded poetic in a way. So, when I got home that night I lay in bed thinking about peeling off the dead. The next day it became "Peal of the Dead" my poem. It is about the dark ages when the bubonic plague hit Europe and the wogoner's called out for the people to bring out their dead. I printed it out and gave them a copy. Robert< !signature--> if you can dream; you can fly...if you are flying; you are dreaming. [This message has been edited by RobertB (edited 08-23-2000).] |
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