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Spring Time

The sheep could smell the lion.    
He had been there all day long,    
They had  set up in a circle    
never before  ...  ...  ...  ...  
pushed the lambs inside    
shoulder to shoulder    
facing out and vigilant    
staring out the lion.    
Never  before,    
Told the earth was theirs,    
what's the use of that    
without the oil ?    
Surprised, they scared each other,    
what to do for best.?    
No one moved.    
Bleating had long ceased
.    
Confused, the lion called his mates.    
The pride stood still,  waited    
their patience exhausted.  
   
The sheep began to move    
the circle expanding,now,    
now charge the gate!    
Eighteenth century timber    
strong enough for sheep    
  . . .so the lions thought,    
not this rebellious flock    
who charged the gate    
smashed off  hinges,    
roared as never before    
snapping at the sheepdog,    
as once he had,    
ran towards the hills    
along the valley floor.    
Come join us,was the cry    
others charged their barriers    
to flee the fields   .  .  .    
climbing long forbidden hills,   
through copse and pretty gardens,    
saw the world they'd heard    
when birds came back,    
stories not believed.    
Here they stand, enough for now.    
Guard  the peaks hold fast!    
Caution  friends, this is far enough,  ...   ...   ...    
for  now  ...  ...  ...  ...
Written by Kexby (john rickell)
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