No one swings on the garden gate at my house any more; <br /> No angels wearing cowboy hats are running through my door -- <br /> The happy sounds of hide and seek don't drift in from outside, <br /> There's no more visits to the park, no Easter eggs to hide. <br /> The garden gate swings empty now, so many years have flown, <br /> The years went by as swiftly as the autumn leaves are blown. <br /> Those angels wearing cowboy hats have all grown to be men <br /> Their shouts of joy and laughter will not echo here again. <br /> And no one waits for Santa Claus at my house any more <br /> Those angels wearing cowboy hats aren't playing on my floor. <br /> I wish that I could turn back time to the way it used to be, <br /> When those angels wearing cowboy hats meant everything to me. <br /> Those yesterday's, when every day was the fourth of July <br /> Noisy little boys and fire works were lighting up my sky <br /> There's no more calls for cookies just outside the kitchen door <br /> No angels wearing cowboy hats live at my house any more...<br /><br />Jeanne Louise Morgan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/angels-wearing-cowboy-hats/
