AT ONCE I said as he reared his head and set towards the glen,
with a flick of his tail and a blast of his breath if we are quick we'll be there for 10.
oh no oh no my boy my rock he slows on the moorland trail,
so i check his strong pulse and look at his face, its no good as hes just gone so pale.
dont leave me my boy as i scream from my lungs as he lies there on the heather,
good god goodtimes will you leave me now,WILL YOU LEAVE ME NOW FOREVER? YES
Last edited by goodtimes; 01-20-2011 at 06:07 PM.