Subject: There Are Those .....Who Believe Date: 15 Oct 1998 From: Gordon & Carol Burgess Hi All, I wrote this the other morning at about 3am, trying to occupy myself during the wee small hours whilst my daughter was having a sleep test. I didn't think it was worth posting ( except to Heather ) anyway after she helped tidy up a few things ( my grammer for one, on reading it back it was atrocious ) she thought I should let you all see it, so here goes nothing :-) My First attempt into the world of BSG fandom Hondo. THERE ARE THOSE......WHO BELIEVE Journeying through the naked stars, we be A rag tag fleet surviving the whims of villainy Forced by betrayal, our homes to flee Needs must we seek out Earth, the 13th Colony. Adama with wisdom will guide the fold Protector and mentor, a warrior of old Past, present or future, a paragon so bold In his hands, our destiny our Commander does hold. The Colonel stands ever vigilant by his leaders side Steadfast and loyal, radiating honour and pride There he'll stay for all eternity to abide Tigh's place in the natural scheme - the fates did decide. Our Captain who exceptionally leads squadron 'Blue' Dashing and daring, a hero worshipped by all the crew Full of courage, compassion and sometimes innocence too Apollo, the heart and soul of a Warrior, that none may misconstrue. In the Fleet Starbuck's regarded as on of the best For his comrades or ladies his repertoire contains many a jest His gaming skills and glib tongue he'll readily put to the test But cavorting throughout the stars is what gives his life true zest. From the beginning, for you there was naught but disdain For they felt in your past life, from morality you refrained Now all have seen inside your heart, misjudging you they claim Cassiopeia, fair lady forever your honour regained. The huntress adorned with the Silver Spa, her sign of might Who'll take up any gauntlet, in the defense of all that is right A lady who sees what is both in plain and hidden sight Sheba, the guardian, shielding all on this hazardous flight. The Daughter of greatness, often overlooked by all But for your relentless duties you may proudly stand tall You gave freely and tirelessly your aid they all do recall The one called Athena stands as regal as a Queen in her hall. The End