I am most happy to say, I finally figured it out.  So to thank the Great Godess and all the fairy folk I am inviting anyone to drop in on my existing site I also want to drop this wee poem for all to enjoy.

Many Blessings,

Morganlafey

Of the old faith am I
given to pangs of
needs and desires
filling cauldron’s
that boil and steam
over the raging heat
of the midnight fire.

Of the old faith am I
a tiny tattoo upon my face
showing to all that
I can with stand
the pain of being
a woman in
a man’s land.

Of the old faith am I
seeking out the
subtle powers of
herbs and tinctures
with the proper magic
to dissuade evil from
taking hold and mend
the wounds of all
warriors’ bold.

Of the old faith am I
proud to be what I am
dissuaded from ever
straying to a man’s faith
where women are evil
and men are unclean
where souls of all kinds
are accepted with tolerance
where life is revered
and death is not feared.

©Susan Morgan Bosler
April 6, 2008

Please do not reprint any part of this poem without the written permission of its owner and creator - Susan Morgan Bosler