Farewell Mr. Lamb
Contributed by Anthony Irsik
Alaska has lost a touch of color,
The brush rests upon retired easel,
As a painter leaves the Artist’s Parlor,
To live out his last days, quiet, peaceful.
Farewell Mr. Lamb,
We loved every day,
Of Alaskan land,
Revealed in your way.
Click of a camera is quieter now,
The lens is covered, the case has been sealed,
Photographer has stepped back from the crowd,
One less worker reduces Beauty’s yield.
Farewell Mr. Lamb,
We loved every day,
Of Alaskan land,
Revealed in your way.
Retirement’s song reaches every man,
Calling him to rest from the work he’s done,
At forty-seven years it reached Shane Lamb,
A fine artist beneath the midnight sun.
Farewell Mr. Lamb.