There's Angels In The Trees

Poems

by Faye Kilday

When the visionary poet William Blake was eight he told his mother that angels were roosting in a nearby tree. When I read this I had a vision...this is it!

There's Angels In The Trees

There's angels in the trees

I saw them with my own eyes

There's angels in the trees

Now why would I tell you lies?

There's angels in the trees

They're singing with the sparrows

There's angels in the trees

And Cupid's firing arrows

There's angels in the trees

Yes, I know what I'm saying

There's angels in the trees

And some of them are praying

There's angels in the trees

I think they're counting stars

There's angels in the trees

And some are playing guitars

There's angels in the trees

And the air is filled with pure bliss

There's angels in the trees

And they watch me as I write this

There's angels in the trees

But I don't think they're going to stay

There was angels in the trees

But they all got bored and flew away!

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