LITTLE ANGELS IN THE PARK

I can see the little angels,
as they're passing by.
Not a care in this world,
just thinking they can fly.

Playing all their games,
around the park they scurry.
From swing to swing,
always in a hurry.

Sliding down the slides,
skinning up their knees.
When one runs one way,
off to the the slide, everyone flees.

As they hit the merry-go-round,
going as fast as they can go.
someone's gonna get sick,
cause they can't seem to go slow.

As I watch these little angels,
playing in the park.
Here comes that big old dog,
and he begins to bark.

Scaring all the angels,
as they begin to run.
Flying up the trees,
but still having fun.

As mom calls out from the table,
now it's time to eat.
Their picnic in the park,
to them it's such a treat.

Now I watch the little angels,
as they leave the park.
In their little eyes,
I see a glistening spark.


I dedicate this poem to Amy..our little angel on here...Hope you have these fun days in the park...