 There's an Angel living up the street, tho' I've never seen his wings, I know he has a caring heart, He does such thoughtful things. In summer, he's the one to ask what flowers are best to plant. He knows which do well in our soil and which ones simply can't. In Autumn, his lovely flowers are the very last to go, before the cold winds stop their growth and ushers in the snow. And when that snow drifts across my drive, What is it that I hear? It's the roar of an engine up the street and that Angel doth appear. He cleans my drive and then my walk and humbly walks away. I sing his praises everywhere, but how can I ever repay That Angel living up the street who brightens up my day. The Angel is Luke Krider, and we, his neighbors, thank him. Thank you Luke! And, thank you Marilyn Spreng, for the lovely poem.
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