A MAN WITH AN AX

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  A MAN WITH AN AX

Wood needs to be chopped, it sits 
Waiting, many types and sizes,

Fall is in the air, chillier the air  
Turns, work must be done.

 A job it is to chop enough wood, to 
 Warm a home for the winter,
 
 Must be done, perhaps no fun, as it 
 It is an accomplishment to be proud.


Stack it in a pile, carry it piece by piece, 
Chopped and split wood for a fire,

A smell, can you take it in, smell the 
Aroma as it's cut, Stronger it grows.

A man with an ax gets this job done, he  
Sweats from morning till the setting sun,

Swinging an ax, working as the cold moves 
Closer,

The wood pile will rise higher.

A man with an ax is strong and determined,

He will succeed because he knows of its 
Need.                                                                     
 
When it's done a winter of warmth,
 
When the setting sun, he knows the job
Is done.

Keith Garrett

HILLS OF FIRE

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     HILLS' OF FIRE
                                                                                                                Keith Garrett
 Look to the sky, watch as the smoke 
 Rises high above,

 Beauty disappears as the heat 
 Consumes What was green.

 Ignorance or wind, destroys god's 
 Masterpiece created,

 A fool is the man who can't see the 
 Hift put in front of him.

 See the hills of fire, watch as the 
 Animals run, see their fear,

 See all that can be seen through 
 eyes of pain, of sorrow.

 Hills of fire, burn no more, fire 
 Of death, Be rained down upon,

 Let life reappear, let the colors 
 So bright be a sight.

 Hills of fire and death, open your 
 Eyes, do you see,

 Hills of pain, hills of sorrow, 
 Open your eyes, do you see.

 Hills of beauty and laughter, open  
 your eyes, do you see,

 Hills of breath, hills of darkness, 
 open your eyes, do you see.

 Hills of danger and mistrust, open 
 Your eyes, do you see,

 The glow in the sky, a scar for all 
 To see.

 Hills of eternity and life, open 
 Your eyes, do you see,

 Hills of slumber, hills of strength, 
 open your eyes, do you see.

 Take these hills of fire away, never      
 Again, there's a price you pay,

   Keith Garrett

SUPER DREAM

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I see myself standing in An empty 
Stadium, I am there in full uniform,
People arrive one by one, I wave to 
The crowd as they cheer so loud.
 I look around, thousands of fans are 
Screaming, look at me, part of a team,
 I've always wanted this as a child, 
To be on top of the world, the big game.
Here I am down on the field, the  
Whistle Blows, Kick the ball high 
And far,
 Today I can be everything, this is my 
 Day, Watch me play in my super game.
 Down the sideline you can watch as I  
 Run,Throw that ball to me, I am 
Number One,
 Hand me the ball on this Sunday  
Afternoon, Up the middle I'll run, 
Touchdown or two.
 I am a star, as in a dream all   
 Possibilities Are seen, Most 
Valuable Player, this could be,            
The quarterback is me, third down and  
Three, Two minute warning, touchdown 
Is far.
Passing the ball from side to side,  
who will Be the hero when the ball
Touches the Endzone,
Super dream is all that this is  
To be, I have kicked the winning 
Field goal, MVP for me.  
Keith

IN A WESTERN TOWN

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                In A WESTERN TOWN
                            
                         
Walk these streets, sidewalks of wood,

Where men wear boots, hats, and guns.
      
Women wear dresses of an earlier time,

Some of morals, others work men for 
A dime.
 A sheriff, a deputy, to keep peace 
And Order,

 Jail is for those who can't follow 
 The law.

A school house, a church, places of 
Good,

 Children learn lessons, a house of god.


  A saloon is a place of drink and 
  Games,

 A piano heard, upstairs, women of 
 the night.

 In a western town there are many things,


A stable for horses, a gunfight to end 
One's day,

 Once upon a time in a western town.

   Keith Garrett

HEROES IN THE MIDDLE

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clouded by the glory of those

All around,

These fearless giants will hold

Their ground.

They keep back the enemy from

Getting through,

For their standing general, this

Job they’ll do.

Face to face, they push and shove,

to come out on top, to rise above.

Exhausted and dirty, the pain shows

Through blood red,

from head to toe, hurt and cut,

Between them too much said.

Heroes in the middle, through

The snow and rain,

Nothing could be won without

Sacrifice and strain.

To these men who give their all,

Show them respect, honor them

With the game ball.

Keith Garrett

1980 Esperanza Aztecs

1969

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                                                                                                  1969

I was a child in 1969, I had not 
A vlue of the world,
              
I knew of certain things, those of 
Which I lived through.

Riding my bike and a deadly Halloween
Night,that's right,

I remember all that I did as a kid, a 
Lifetime ago, and a family.

Vietnam was a reality, and I was 
Protected by my childish world,

 Butch Cassidy, and the Sundance kid, 
 Clint Eastwood was the man.

 Raindrops keep falling on my head, 
 Simon and Garfunkel were grand,                                    
                                      
  Scooby Doo, and all of the colorful  
  Cartoons that I knew, I think of you.

 Baseball with the miracle mets, Bill  
 Russell, and the champion Celtics,

 Joe Namath with his Guarantee, the Jets  
beat the Colts, Charles Manson and history.

 The Innocence of the Brady Bunch, walk on 
The moon.Led Zeppelin and a tune,

 1969 was the year when love and innocence 
 were mixed with my day.

           Keith Garrett

TUMBLE WEEDS

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A long ride, not much in between,

Upon a quiet, deserted town, I came.

Not a soul in sight, a breeze echoes

Through this place,

Many different sounds as If people

Lived.

Only ghosts of a town that once had

Breath,

The back and forth clanging of an

Open jailhouse door.

A saloon sign creeks as it swings

In the wind,

I can almost feel those who once

Were here.

Only dust walks these streets,

This town that died,

I’ll stay here for the night,

I’ll be alright.

The only thing that will be

my company are a horse and

Tumbleweeds.

Keith Garrett

HAVE YOU SEEN WINTER?

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It comes to life between Fall and Spring,

In the woods, between snow- covered trees,

where leaves are blown by a chilly, cold

Breeze.

Above the hills, high in the snow-covered

Mountains,

Around a frozen pond, a snow-surrounded

Lake.

Have you seen winter? open your mind

And it’s there,

See with your imagination, there is a

Reality to the season.

Keith Garrett

WHEN YOU SEE WINTER

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      WHEN YOU SEE WINTER
 What do you see when you see winter, do you 
 See the mountains?

 The cold, layered snow that rests so high, 
 Almost touching the sky.

 When the wind blows through the trees, do 
 you see the falling leaves?

The snow coming down is beautiful and white, 
 What a winter sight.

 When you see Winter, do you see the frozen 
 Pond where water hides,

  Is there a lake you remember, as once you 
  Were a child in another time.

   Do you recall Icicles hanging from a rooftop, 
   From tree limbs in the woods,

  Do you see children you once knew, flying 
  Down the hill on sleds and saucers.

  When you see, do you see with your memories, 
  Are your eyes closed, a scene from before, Icy roads you once drove with a th a family, roads you wandered on your own,

When you see Winter, does a life flash before your eyes,

Once from a child's mind.
 Keith Garrett

CANDLE IN A GLASS

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         CANDLE IN A GLASS

Within a dome, it stands surrounded by glass,



Held up by an Iron structure, it is a beautiful 
Sight.


 Red, this candle, glows bright in the darkness 
 Of the night,


For this holiday season, a representation of 
The light, a symbol.


  Candle in a glass, lit each night, brings a 
  Peaceful light,


  Burning bright, it gives light until a good night, 

  Tomorrow a sight.
  
                   Keith Garrett