http://people.tribe.net/8cd66079-06d2-4b18-abe5-ca1fe8c7010a/blog Tribe.net. Local Connections http://people.tribe.net/8cd66079-06d2-4b18-abe5-ca1fe8c7010a/blog/a3898dbb-6f52-4f68-87d1-7ebff875ba1d <div> THE QUEST A vision slowly rises On a foggy, blue horizon; Comes a man with eyes of fire, Secret whisper, one desire; Captivating all with stories, Buried treasure, conquests, glories, Far countries, bloody battles, Royal brains he has rattled. Nearly slain, but by a breath Eluded twice the jaws of death; Spears the night in youthful ardor, Careful not to play the martyr; Slaying vice with saving grace, Years of torment line his face. He breathes his last, his soul at rest Finds the object of his quest. Copyright © 1990 Rachael Pringle</div> Sun, 17 Feb 2008 01:11:36 GMT http://people.tribe.net/8cd66079-06d2-4b18-abe5-ca1fe8c7010a/blog/a3898dbb-6f52-4f68-87d1-7ebff875ba1d ♪♪Catmeow♪♪ 2008-02-17T01:11:36Z