Cowboy Angel

Cowboy Hats and Cowboy Boots

Thats how I remember him.

Man wasn't he a hoot,

He was amazing with us kids.



He taught us his ways,

How a Cowboy should be.

Throughout his days,

He never let us worry about the little things.



He always talked about goin',

We never paid any attention.

Then we all started growin',

Into what he wanted us to be.



He told me one day,

That he was leavin'.

I sat there and I pray,

Lord please not yet I still need him.



That night it all came so fast,

The lights, sirens, and people.

It was a hard task,

Not just for me, but for the family and friends.



But what he had always taught me,

That God made a special place for him.

Now I can see,

He's standin there with God himself.



He's not like any other,

Angels we imagine with bear feet and hallows.

Which wasn't a bother,

He's that angel that doesn't quite fit in.



He's there with his wings,

And his robe.

He can even sing,

But what hes was wearing I just couldn't believe.



He always said God didn't care what he wore,

As long as he is in heaven thats just fine to him.

So right then and there through that door

Stood the Cowboy Angel in his hat and boots.

By Katie Kennedy

July 22, 2008