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 Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2007 12:44 am
Campfire Stories of the Seanchai  ..... A tall figure in a ragged black coat and ruined old hat was walking down the darkened hillside; and he was headed towards [a group of figures dancing around a campfire in the forest]...... The stranger’s face was chalk-white with exhaustion, and he stumbled on the rough ground, his hands held out before him like a sleepwalkers. He looked like a scarecrow deserting his post. High grasses soaked his cracked boots and drenched his coat hems. A silver mist like a veil floated above the ground, broke at his knees, and reassembled itself in his wake. In this twilight fog, mysterious shapes appeared and dematerialized, so that the pale walker was never sure he had seen merely the branches of trees or the arms of mythic dancers come to greet him. Closer in, the dark shadows of the tree trunks twisted into harsh and threatening faces...... Across the [meadow] he saw the yellow glow of [a campfire] and he raised his eyes to the sky in some kind of thanks. With no fog on high, the early stars glinted like grains of salt. He became aware of the scent of fresh flowers, he heard faint music, and he began to think about sprites playing in the forest with unicorns prancing about. As he neared the campfire he saw dwarves and elves and humans prancing around a fire. He looked over at the walls of the room and the numerous flora all over the place hypnotized him. He then noticed that all around the room, the trees had grown out to make a bar, and mushrooms lined the bar to serve as stools. On the other side of the fire, he noticed two large chairs on a raised mound of earth. He finally snapped out of the trance from the music and step up to the fire to join the people on the dirt...... The Seanchai, itinerant storyteller, has arrived at our campfire in the woods. He will tell us stories in exchange for a warm meal and a place to sleep. He would also like to hear our stories and poetry as well.
Please share your stories and poetry around our campfire. heart
Story from Ireland by Frank Delaney and The Garden of Eden Room: All Hail Mother Gaia by Liefizul
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2007 2:50 am
I'm iterested! *sits by fire, and waits for someone to tell a story*
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2007 4:42 pm
Oh! This seems like an interesting thread. I am sure I will be able to contribute here! mrgreen
Starting with this:
Fall on the Rhine
Traveling down the river,
Just a friend and I,
Suddenly, we start to shiver
At the sights we spy
The Rhine reflects the sunrise
So sparkling and so bright
We can hardly believe our eyes
As we behold such a sight
We pass the willowy isles
In our little boat
We can’t help but smile
As right beside them we float
We see the castles on the hills
So desolate and so old
Made more majestic by the shrills
Of birds with voices of gold
The colours are always changing
In the sky and on the land
Such wonderful rearranging
As if from Zeus’s hand
And as we see the setting sun
We find how much we need to rest
And so another day is done
We were proud to be her guests.
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2007 8:34 pm
I m p y Oh! This seems like an interesting thread. I am sure I will be able to contribute here! mrgreen Starting with this: Fall on the Rhine
Traveling down the river,
Just a friend and I,
Suddenly, we start to shiver
At the sights we spy
The Rhine reflects the sunrise
So sparkling and so bright
We can hardly believe our eyes
As we behold such a sight
We pass the willowy isles
In our little boat
We can’t help but smile
As right beside them we float
We see the castles on the hills
So desolate and so old
Made more majestic by the shrills
Of birds with voices of gold
The colours are always changing
In the sky and on the land
Such wonderful rearranging
As if from Zeus’s hand
And as we see the setting sun
We find how much we need to rest
And so another day is done
We were proud to be her guests.beautiful poem Impy! heart
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 1:34 am
Thank you. I have some more poems I could share, as well as some short stories.
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 11:57 am
I m p y Oh! This seems like an interesting thread. I am sure I will be able to contribute here! mrgreen Starting with this: Fall on the Rhine
Traveling down the river,
Just a friend and I,
Suddenly, we start to shiver
At the sights we spy
The Rhine reflects the sunrise
So sparkling and so bright
We can hardly believe our eyes
As we behold such a sight
We pass the willowy isles
In our little boat
We can’t help but smile
As right beside them we float
We see the castles on the hills
So desolate and so old
Made more majestic by the shrills
Of birds with voices of gold
The colours are always changing
In the sky and on the land
Such wonderful rearranging
As if from Zeus’s hand
And as we see the setting sun
We find how much we need to rest
And so another day is done
We were proud to be her guests.*sits by campfire and looks up into the sky and remembers a time long long ago* Your poem brings back many happy memories. I once spent a semester in college in Germany. I took a cruise much like this one. I explored many castles. No one lives in them now. They are the there for tourists to explore. Thank you for sharing this. heart "Ich hab' mein Herz in Heidelberg verloren"
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 12:08 pm
 *smiles and starts to sing an old song of Heidelberg* Please sing with me if you know the song 3nodding "I've lost my heart in Heidelberg": (German) "Ich hab' mein Herz in Heidelberg verloren, In einer lauen Sommernacht. Ich war verliebt bis ueber beide Ohren & wie ein Roeslein hat ihr Mund gelacht. Und als wir Abschied nahmen vor den Toren, beim letzten Kuss da hab ich's klar erkannt: Dass ich mein Herz in Heidelberg verloren. Mein Herz, es schlaegt am Neckarstrand. Was ist aus dir geworden seitdem ich dich verliess? Alt-Heidelberg Du Feine, Du deutsches Paradies? Ich bin von Dir gezogen, liess Leichtsinn, Wein & Glueck. Und sehne mich und sehne mich, mein Leben lang zurueck." (English) "I lost my heart in Heidelberg on a balmy summer night. In love head over heels, oh were she all mine And like a rose, her laughing mouth my light as by the gates she said: good-bye. That last sweet kiss, it did confirm once more, I'd lost my heart in Heidelberg forever, my heart still beats on Neckar's shore. Whatever happended to you, since you and I did part. Oh Heidelberg of legend, you German paradise? I went away and left you, Left wine & happy days. I long to be, I long to be, back in your arms always"
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 12:51 pm
**sits and listens, unfamiliar with the song**
I spent three years living in Hanau, West Germany. Yes, it was before the unification of the two Germanies, before the Berlin wall came down. It was a nice experience, but it was a long time ago, and i would love to go back, now taht I am older and wiser, and see what things are like now.
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 1:15 pm
I m p y **sits and listens, unfamiliar with the song**I spent three years living in Hanau, West Germany. Yes, it was before the unification of the two Germanies, before the Berlin wall came down. It was a nice experience, but it was a long time ago, and i would love to go back, now taht I am older and wiser, and see what things are like now. I was also there before the wall came down. I visited Berlin and I saw the wall. I traveled from West Berlin to East Berlin. The contrast between the two cities was remarkable. It shall always stand out in my mind as a distinction between freedom and communism. It is also one of my goals to return someday.
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 3:52 pm
*looks up intently to listen to a story as the Seanchai begins to speak* This reminds me of a story once told about the history of Heidelberg Castle. The Legend of Perkeo 
.....So fond was he of the “fruit of the vine”, that legend says Perkeo died when he took a drink of water instead of his usual glass of wine.
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 10:46 pm
I m p y Thank you. I have some more poems I could share, as well as some short stories. I would love to here them heart
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 10:51 pm
I m p y **sits and listens, unfamiliar with the song**I spent three years living in Hanau, West Germany. Yes, it was before the unification of the two Germanies, before the Berlin wall came down. It was a nice experience, but it was a long time ago, and i would love to go back, now taht I am older and wiser, and see what things are like now. I don't know the song eather. What was it like in Germany? I've never left the North american Continent... by the way, how old are you?
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 10:52 pm
Obiageli I m p y **sits and listens, unfamiliar with the song**I spent three years living in Hanau, West Germany. Yes, it was before the unification of the two Germanies, before the Berlin wall came down. It was a nice experience, but it was a long time ago, and i would love to go back, now taht I am older and wiser, and see what things are like now. I was also there before the wall came down. I visited Berlin and I saw the wall. I traveled from West Berlin to East Berlin. The contrast between the two cities was remarkable. It shall always stand out in my mind as a distinction between freedom and communism. It is also one of my goals to return someday. mom, when you go, can you bring me with you?
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 10:56 pm
Obiageli *looks up intently to listen to a story as the Seanchai begins to speak* This reminds me of a story once told about the history of Heidelberg Castle. The Legend of Perkeo
.....So fond was he of the “fruit of the vine”, that legend says Perkeo died when he took a drink of water instead of his usual glass of wine.I don't understand how a man could die of drinking water instead of wine (even in a fake story)
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 11:30 pm
poppingdillo Obiageli *looks up intently to listen to a story as the Seanchai begins to speak* This reminds me of a story once told about the history of Heidelberg Castle. The Legend of Perkeo
.....So fond was he of the “fruit of the vine”, that legend says Perkeo died when he took a drink of water instead of his usual glass of wine.I don't understand how a man could die of drinking water instead of wine (even in a fake story) What makes you so sure the story is fake? The people of Heidelberg say that this story is true! 3nodding
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