He loves the whistle on the plains
when feral winds blow
The feel of sand on a beach between his toes
Loves the postcard beauty
of mountain winter snows
or when spring comes around
and lush hill grass grows
By: J.N.R Dutton
He loves the whistle on the plains
when feral winds blow
The feel of sand on a beach between his toes
Loves the postcard beauty
of mountain winter snows
or when spring comes around
and lush hill grass grows
By: J.N.R Dutton