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owner-ansteorra at Ansteorra.ORG said something that sounded like:
>      Great poem.  I attached a Microsoft Word file with an epic inspired by the 
>      outcome of the Brad Leah Celtic Games on April 4th.

You message bounced because it was too big. If you could export it as
Text/Ascii and repost it, it would be appreciated.

Ciao,

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Tale of the Brad Leah Celtic Games (XXXII)
 Leah Anna of Sparrowhaven, 4/7/98


The Clan of Aeddan traveled far to Celtic Games that night.
'Twas early in the morning ere they made it to thesite.
So cold it was and windy, a dismal night but then
The sun rose bright and beautiful on Owen and his ken.

Lord Owen is a fighting man of heavy weapons fame,
With quiet Dunolf at his side to help him win the game.
Add to them Lady Chantal, who fought in the melee,
Leah Anna with her fiddle and her friend, the bard, Rene.

The sun rose hot upon the brow of all the fighting men.
They armored up, chose weapons and did battle with their friends.
They saluted Lord & Lady and each other with a grin,
The fighters met - their weapons crashed, til one man met his end.

By the end of morning at the tail end of the list,
"Lord Owen - undefeated!" the herald shouted this.
All other fighters had only one more time to die.
Against Lord Owen, Shamus would need a double try.

Now Shamus was no tiny man and he knew how to fight,
But facing mighty Owen there, it must have caused some fright.
The weapons rang, the people cheered, emotions did run free,
A shout went up when Shamus sent Lord Owen to his knee.

In the middle of the list field, there kneeled the mighty man,
His shield held high, his sword still clasped within his mighty hand.
"Ask me if I yield," he called to Shamus from the ground.
A shocked murmer from the crowd seemed to come from all around.

"Do ye yield to me Lord Owen?" Shamus called out loudly then.
"I do," said Owen with a smile as he rose and clasped his friend.
"I promised  to a dying man today upon the field,
That 'pon his blood, if I went down, the next time I would yield."

The final bout was finished 'tween Lord Owen and his friend,
Owen rushed Shamus, bashed his shield and defeated him.
A loud and happy shout arose from the midst of Aeddan Clan
Lord Owen, mighty fighter, took tournament again.

The others in the clan, they have some tales to tell;
Dunolf won the hammer toss and A & S as well.
Chantal's participation brought honor to the clan
Rene won points for heralding, all  part of the grand plan.

That afternoon inside the hall musicians gathered round, 
To play their best before the judge and make a pretty sound.
A picker and a piper and a fiddler, just three
Musicians came before the judge at Celtic Games, Brad Leah.

The picker played upon his stick a light and happy tune,
Then stepped up Leah Anna and a hush fell on the room.
"I'm quite new to the shire, and I don't know what to do,
But I picked three of my favorite tunes to share with all of you.

Then bow was set upon the strings, a lovely song to play,
It wasn't very long before the crowd began to sway.
"Danny Boy", "St. Patrick's Day" and "Black Nag" were the tunes
And as final note rang out, applause did fill the room.

That only left the piper, he was Bradlean 'tis true
And he could really play the pipes, he played so sweetly, too.
The piper finished playing the last notes so clear and true.
The judges said, "You'll hear at court." So we quietly withdrew.

Her Excellency Katrin approached Leah Anna then,
And gave to her a trinket made with her two noble hands.
"I know it takes a lot of nerve to stand and sing or play.
You should know how very much that I appreciate you today."
 
Next began the bardic with their  poems and stories and songs
There were nine competitors, it seemed to take so long.
Rene sat quiet and listened until it was her turn
Then told a story of  "Dragon's Gold" and sang her little song.

The Clan of Aeddan sat around the redly glowing hearth,
And feasted on roast chicken and lemon-raisin tart.
When court began all talking stopped, the herald called "Attend!"
What happenned next was shocking to Lord Owen and his friends.

Who won the belt of courage on the battle ground that day?
Who won the A&S and threw the hammer far away?
Who won the instrumental, her music for to play?
Which clan took the honors and the treasure chest that day?

Lord Owen took the leather belt and strapped it round his waist.
When Dunolf heard them call his name, surprise was on his face.
The A&S Guildmaster, let everybody know,
Leah Anna and her fiddle had put on quite a show.

The Clan of Aeddan took the day and swept the Celtic Games,
So there is now much honor in those five famous names.
Lord Owen, Dunolf, and Chantal, Leah Anna and Rene:
Brad Leah will long remember when Clan Aeddan came to play.


-------------- next part --------------
Tale of the Brad Leah Celtic Games (XXXII)
 Leah Anna of Sparrowhaven, 4/7/98


The Clan of Aeddan traveled far to Celtic Games that night.
'Twas early in the morning ere they made it to thesite.
So cold it was and windy, a dismal night but then
The sun rose bright and beautiful on Owen and his ken.

Lord Owen is a fighting man of heavy weapons fame,
With quiet Dunolf at his side to help him win the game.
Add to them Lady Chantal, who fought in the melee,
Leah Anna with her fiddle and her friend, the bard, Rene.

The sun rose hot upon the brow of all the fighting men.
They armored up, chose weapons and did battle with their friends.
They saluted Lord & Lady and each other with a grin,
The fighters met - their weapons crashed, til one man met his end.

By the end of morning at the tail end of the list,
"Lord Owen - undefeated!" the herald shouted this.
All other fighters had only one more time to die.
Against Lord Owen, Shamus would need a double try.

Now Shamus was no tiny man and he knew how to fight,
But facing mighty Owen there, it must have caused some fright.
The weapons rang, the people cheered, emotions did run free,
A shout went up when Shamus sent Lord Owen to his knee.

In the middle of the list field, there kneeled the mighty man,
His shield held high, his sword still clasped within his mighty hand.
"Ask me if I yield," he called to Shamus from the ground.
A shocked murmer from the crowd seemed to come from all around.

"Do ye yield to me Lord Owen?" Shamus called out loudly then.
"I do," said Owen with a smile as he rose and clasped his friend.
"I promised  to a dying man today upon the field,
That 'pon his blood, if I went down, the next time I would yield."

The final bout was finished 'tween Lord Owen and his friend,
Owen rushed Shamus, bashed his shield and defeated him.
A loud and happy shout arose from the midst of Aeddan Clan
Lord Owen, mighty fighter, took tournament again.

The others in the clan, they have some tales to tell;
Dunolf won the hammer toss and A & S as well.
Chantal's participation brought honor to the clan
Rene won points for heralding, all  part of the grand plan.

That afternoon inside the hall musicians gathered round, 
To play their best before the judge and make a pretty sound.
A picker and a piper and a fiddler, just three
Musicians came before the judge at Celtic Games, Brad Leah.

The picker played upon his stick a light and happy tune,
Then stepped up Leah Anna and a hush fell on the room.
"I'm quite new to the shire, and I don't know what to do,
But I picked three of my favorite tunes to share with all of you.

Then bow was set upon the strings, a lovely song to play,
It wasn't very long before the crowd began to sway.
"Danny Boy", "St. Patrick's Day" and "Black Nag" were the tunes
And as final note rang out, applause did fill the room.

That only left the piper, he was Bradlean 'tis true
And he could really play the pipes, he played so sweetly, too.
The piper finished playing the last notes so clear and true.
The judges said, "You'll hear at court." So we quietly withdrew.

Her Excellency Katrin approached Leah Anna then,
And gave to her a trinket made with her two noble hands.
"I know it takes a lot of nerve to stand and sing or play.
You should know how very much that I appreciate you today."
 
Next began the bardic with their  poems and stories and songs
There were nine competitors, it seemed to take so long.
Rene sat quiet and listened until it was her turn
Then told a story of  "Dragon's Gold" and sang her little song.

The Clan of Aeddan sat around the redly glowing hearth,
And feasted on roast chicken and lemon-raisin tart.
When court began all talking stopped, the herald called "Attend!"
What happenned next was shocking to Lord Owen and his friends.

Who won the belt of courage on the battle ground that day?
Who won the A&S and threw the hammer far away?
Who won the instrumental, her music for to play?
Which clan took the honors and the treasure chest that day?

Lord Owen took the leather belt and strapped it round his waist.
When Dunolf heard them call his name, surprise was on his face.
The A&S Guildmaster, let everybody know,
Leah Anna and her fiddle had put on quite a show.

The Clan of Aeddan took the day and swept the Celtic Games,
So there is now much honor in those five famous names.
Lord Owen, Dunolf, and Chantal, Leah Anna and Rene:
Brad Leah will long remember when Clan Aeddan came to play.