Another Nether People’s party is over and done. It seems those little people never tire of singing and having their fun. They are boisterous and playful but never do harm. I am constantly in amazement at the work they can do. When they decide to party, there is no question, no asking for help. It is all set up and started before anyone else knows if there is to be one. The announcement is carried by the noisy music they seem to enjoy making, tho it is hard on the ears, but welcomed by all as they come. Color in clothes of all sorts by them is a must and they are pleased if the guests try to outdo them. Of course the reason is: they can change whatever they are wearing at a whim. If I haven’t mentioned it, their musical instruments look strange as does the music they play. It starts off sort of wild but very quickly turns to a very soothing sound, a slow and low beat of a drum.
The sound is so calming it is making me sleepy. I am going to find a soft vacant spot and turn in for at least a short rest and who knows, it may be for much longer. Good night folks, God Bless. I will, surely return.
Hold on, hold on! Who is pulling on my shoulder, I shout but calm down as I hear the voice of the Elder. He said, “I thought you would want to say goodnight”. We left together and hurried to where the party was still going strong. Not too many had left. The Elder and the leprechaun made a motion for us follow them. We did and came to another clearing. Gathered were almost all of the visiting little folk; they came to meet us, hug and say goodbye. A spokesman for them told us how happy they were to meet us, to play, sing and dance with us and invited all to come to their lands. They came from all over the world. I didn’t know the Clan of Nether Folk was so large. A small number of these visitors asked if they could stay and live with us for a while, we were happy to say, yes, for as long as you wish. They were so happy, all their musical instruments out in the open as by magic and a party started all over again. Singing and dancing was the thing to do, talking and hugging too. It was wonderful for me as well, just to think that they wanted to make my forests their home and to treat them as their own. As time passed the strangers, the new little people withdrew and formed smaller groups and lo and behold showed us tricks we had never seen before. There were gymnasts and jugglers of all sorts, very adept at their particular specialty. I have never seen elasticity in bodies flying, (it seemed) through the air, twisting and turning, long drops ~ ~ recovering in mid-air. It was all so breath taking to watch. All the while music makers provided a background of music adapted to thrill one and all watching such a show. I, for one, could hardly believe what I was seeing. It was just a magical scene.
As the show ended, there came a very loud humming, much deeper than that I’d heard before. Suddenly everything in my vision all turned to a solid color ~ green. It was scary to see. Then, not surprisingly appeared the Green Man dressed up in all natural, but sparkling green. Time for a rest. After an hour or so of dozing, I come awake with a start from a dream that I was alone high in the air, but, it did not last. What had startled me, was Jackson and Fiona tickling me with branches from a tree. We came to say goodbye, because we have to go to school. Our friend, that you see, wanted to meet you. She is a Nether Girl and is from a country called Spain, don’t you think she is pretty? Sylvia is her name. Then they were gone, to be on their way to learn about others from far, far away. I called out to them. Do not say goodbye. Just say, anon, be happy, ‘til then. Those words to all are mine for tonight.
Well, well, me very good friends, to all of ye Nether Folk, whether right here or far away I’m back from my short (?) sabbatical. Here I hope to stay for as long as ye will have me around. I’ve been to other countries, some very far away. I have visited all your kinfolk who miss you very much and ask that you all keep in touch. They fed me so much I can hardly walk to get to my plane but I will be back to see you once again. Be on guard for thieves who cut down trees trying to leave the forest bare. Think Green!
As it is with the little people, or Nether Folk as we have known them, a party ends, another begins, they are so happy and delightful, spontaneous, to add. They sing and play, make music as they work but you know all that, you have seen and heard it all before. Listen up now, don’t you hear the slow but distant drum beat that permeates the air. The beat differs from time to time signaling who is arriving, one has to learn their music if one really wants to join in on the fun. It is simple once you try it I have found. Deep beats mixed with light taps in between all mixed up to send a message almost like reading a book. What is it now that changes all of the atmosphere around you. It hangs heavy in the air, or so it seems. The trees appear to close as one thick woods. Absolute silence, gathers through the shimmering trees. The sound of beating drums draws closer now, somehow the beat gives one an eerie feeling of being all alone, but then a sudden change takes place. The drums stop beating, a sort of rippling breeze flows all about. EERIE!! And here comes the Green Man, he’s dressed in a dark green suit with sparkling emeralds on every thing, even down to his shoes. He and his entourage look beautiful but somehow, strangely forbidding as they encompass everything in their path or so it seems. All is church-like quiet then, until the Green Man raised one arm to circle it in the air. The drums came to life, instruments we had not seen made music such as that we never heard before. The Nether Folk and the folks in green joined hands in a circle to dance to the music that permeated the forest, so thick with trees.
Copyright © Charles E. Frost
October 29, 2011