Faerie Moon

Quite the texan here and just lovely and now I shall go out to look upon the fairies in the land and laugh at the moon.:) Just a wonderment Mr Rett Kudos Mona "Determination Brings Success"

I know I've been gone a long time, but this is a change of pace for you my friend. I am never surprised by your range and willingness to try different themes/styles, etc. Good to read you again, Rett... you have been missed! Tom

Nice one Dad!!!! I love anything fantasy whimsical like this, adored this one. Peace

Ann of Norway Your "ancient head" can cook up all sorts here for us can't it Rett? I think you have had some birthday wine and are seeing visions Rett, I do, and how lovely to be sent into fairy land and to actually see the nymphs and satyrs, and here you pen them for us to see too, we give you a skål, a cheers for your birthday and hope you don't get carried away with its atmosphere. Well done writing a book and good luck to it. With love from Ann.

ey rHett, i could go for a little romp far from the madding crowd...there's nothing but snow snow snow and cold cold cold winds that blow and blow and blow. appy belated birthday too dear mhan. ~A p.s. It's so wonderful to see that kid with the knife again! (sort of ~ though my mother's heart is saying aiiiiiiiiiii!)

I didn't know it was your birthday. I'm so sorry and offer belated wishes to you for a great year. Clever little poem to take us away from our troubles. Always, Cat

I love it when you post fantasy Paw, It is always so whimsical and light, full of life and air. With a story and reason, not leaving us to decifer! Love it. But when you say "knomes" I think garden, and "Dyrads" I am not sure I recognize. But sounds like a drier sheet. Probably me. But that isn't all bad, it did add to the humor element, because you know I am busting a grin right now! Glad to see the post Paw!! Julie D.D.

Happy (belated) Birthday, my friend. Tom

An eye opening whimsy on this cold morning up here. The last stanzsa was most appreciated for an immaginative awakening.. Thanks, Mark "I do not walk the earth and eat out of dumpsters, I'm not a bum, I'm beat."

Dear R., I love whimsy. I sparkles like a jewel. P.

Book cover picture, lol please can I borrow the idea for my cover? Not wanting to simply steal an idea, Mark FlexAbilities

RETT Well who snuck out to that special place and spied on the elves and faires and they dance in the moonlight wishing to be invited but you know you are not allowed so enjoy the delight from afar so special they let you be part of their magic. Awesome my friend Electric Blue

OHhhhhhh what perfectly written words !!! I was taken away for a moment with the wonderfully vivid imagery you wrote with .. Beautifully done :) ((HUG))

Ann of Norway Oh dulcet ditty, the stuff of fairies dreams Rett. No fear, no harm, all calm and beautiful, we dance with light tripping foot, to the rhythm of, or rhyme, and in our dance feel light as air and almost take off on invisible wings into the land of dreams and fairy-tales; no jarring notes, no sharp sounds scar the idyllic atmosphere; I think you were in a kind of unbalanced paradise when you wrote this one dear Rett, or else you were speaking to one of the wee folk in person. I can hear the soft music, see the apparitions, smell the perfumes of the flowers and feel the colours of the rainbow dancing in this poem. Love to you again, not having seen you for some time Rett, from Ann