She swings at the farm gate, lends an encouraging smile
Sits cosily on a wall, arms hugging legs, just watching
Leaning aside the old grey oak, half pretending to hide
Sat by the cairn, doesn’t even notice me, but at least she’s there
She stands on the fell; part of my landscape
At the door her face welcomes
She’d never left, but was always with me
One of his finest, and I love the title! Very apt for this spot...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nfP0u...eature=related
Thanks guys. This was the result of today's run and tonight's relaxed vibe.
anyway, has anyone seen old whippett? he went out with his mudclaws ages ago......mountain rescue job ?....perhaps he is composing or has some kind of social life like the others, damn them! (only joking)