Lamb Lookin' Sunday

On The Lam

In honor of my thirtieth Superbowl Sunday out looking for newborn lambs, I arrived back home with this latest addition to Dadbo’s Top Fifty Terrible Traveling Tunes. We saw no sheep. And no lambs. The snow was still deep enough to high-center a newborn. So we basked in the sunshine, zooming along back country roads running wet with the fast melting winter and glinting with the undeniable promise of Spring. OnTheLamLamb.jpb
On The Lam
Just about done
with this bleating winter sun.
I’ve wearied waiting for her engraved invitation to leave.
Barn-bound till today, I’m out here to see some green
peeking through the snowpack back at me.

I’m bound
to butt my head until it’s found,
The stinging Springtime snow has no idea
what she’s found herself up against this time.
I figure if she won’t cede my feed,
I’ll just up and take what I know is mine!

On The Lam,
Forgettin’ my high-handed fantasies!
I won’t ever understand,
So I’ll just accept what grace I already have at hand.
Without any firm permission,
I’m committing to the life of co-mmission!
Tell the sheepdogs I’m off in some new direction,
I’m On The Lam.

And it’s already begun,
Her Icy fingers lose their hold,
Though the bleary old status quo told me otherwise.
Me, I’m believing my own two eyes!
I’m reneging on the compromise that held me here;
Now, I get to be my own surprise!
I’m On The Lam!

On The Lam,
Forgettin’ my high-handed fantasies!
I won’t ever understand,
So I’ll just accept what grace I already have at hand.
Without any firm permission,
I’m committing to the life of co-mmission!
I’m gamboling off in some new direction,
I’m On The Lam.

02/06/2011- Lamb Lookin’ Sunday


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