ABOUT GUARDIAN ANGELS The angels we evolve from stone Are pale and circumspect Pious, and pale and passive And unlikely to protect. But once I saw twin sisters Two tiny laughing girls With tops of grey and tartan skirts And mops of sunny curls Circle around each other On a safe and friendly lawn Playing their first game ever At their lives' exultant dawn Each made rings round the other And they laughed so joyously That watching from my window A fancy came to me I saw their guardian angels As they circled overhead Each mighty angel followed In the way his small charge led With swarthy southern faces And black curling hair And wings of flashing purple I saw them breast the air Buoyant and strong and vital They revelled in the fun And oh, their silent laughter Was golden as the sun. -- Warren O'Connell