In Reply to: Re: Thomas Ashe posted by Maire on September 24, 2006 at 16:34:10:

Aye darlin,tis the journey. Aye the journey.......I looked up,and saw a man on a camel lumping towards me with dark brown skin,dressed in robes flowing with the hot breeze,and a sharp sickle stuck in his tasseled belt.He smiled,exposing a dazzeling display of pearly whites. "Howdjado there sir,sorry to interupt your journey." "I was wonderin if ya might know where the nearest holyoasisis." He scratched his chin for a bit,then pointed back towards the sun. "Go about 45more dunes" he said,"till you come to the crossroads on the right,take that till you come to a pond,cross that and keep going till you come to a big briar patch, bog,with dandelins,thistles,nettles. Keep going for a wee bit more,and you'll come on Al Kareebs boreen. Keep your head low till you come to the holy well of Clonakilty. Get on your knees,and pray to "Allah" for a safe,sound,sober,sinless,journey. Go down the Ould bog Road,shortly thereafter, you wil see a large oak tree rising high in the sky,climb to the top and you will have arrived." "Slainte" he yelled,and lumped away across the sand. I looked down at my camel haired shirt and wiped the shnot away with my hankerchief, where his camel had been rubbing his nose. Whistling a happy tune,my knapsack on my back,I wandered along the desert track. I'M BACK,ON TRACK!.Love Ya.