Good Company

My human went Mountain Biking with a friend leaving me in good company for four hours on Cannock Chase.

My inspired human

A bike ride inspires my human to become a song writer,not a patch on Beethoven in my opinion, but he tries bless him.

He sang non stop and now I can't get the blessed words or tune from out of my head, I wish he'd put on Mr B's 7th Symphony.

Here is some of his effort.

Chorus,

I hear the forest calling.

As winters grip declines.

And Rising Brook from Fair Oak flows

Through banks of Celandine.

Verse 

( and there are many more)

Along paths once trodden lightly.

Ancient oaks show signs of Spring.

And ghostly voices from ruined mills

Lament as Horn Pool Spills

Down broken waterfalls.

And he sings it in the key of Am his favourite, shows he's a Wednesdays child.