; Registration code (if you have it) ; Optional URL link ; Reglink opened in new frame? ; Statusbar message ; resolution (1 .. 8) ; Image to load ; Waving speed (1..200) ; Perspective (1..100) ; Far waving intensity (1..10000) ; Wind intensity (1..20) ; Wind variation speed (0..200) ; Wind variation min (0..20) ; Wind variation max (0..20) ; Half sized reflect area ("YES","NO") ; Optional image over applet ; Over image X offset ; Over image Y offset ; Memory deallocation delay ; Task priority (1..10) ; Min. milliseconds/frame for sync Sorry, your browser doesn't support Java. ; Msg in no java browsers ~ A Pile Of Stones ~ The old man had a tear in his eye When asked, he gave a sigh. Its only a pile of stones said he, But I'll tell you what it means to me. Squint your eyes in the morning light, To see the Ladies in their regal splendor, The Knights in their shining armor. The moat the draw bridge the majestic walls, Fanfare feast, gathering worthy of its halls, Deaths struggle, cannon's roar, bloody sword, Now before you lie the last reward. The once great bastion of peoples pride, Is but rubble on this countryside. Within this monument of stones, Lies a people's dream as well as bones. The sanctuary on which they relied, Once complete was damnified Its beauty its greatness were its threat, What lies here now is a challenge met. For my ancestors had Royal dreams, Well above their station so it seems. Its only a pile of stones said he, But that is... what it means to me. View My Guestbook Sign My Guestbook Featured Music: "Dumbarton's Drums" Copyright 2004, Frank McNie All Rights Reserved Graphic Design by: Jan