MY WINTER PARADISE

                       MY  WINTER  PARADISE



  Step into a dream, take yourself away, so very 
  Far away,

  Beyond what appears to be reality, too a fantastic 
  Place.

  A log house built between snow covered mountains,


  Lost in a land only Imagined in a child's mind, 
  Maybe.

  Snow falling, a snowman comes to life, only here 
  Can he,

  Reindeer walking about speaking to elves as they 
  Vanish.

  Inside a fire burning, warm it does feel to a freezing 
  Body,

  A Christmas tree high to the ceiling, decorated with 
  Lights.

  Baking in the kitchen are many types of delicious 
  Foods,

  Gingerbread cookies cooling on the stove, what a 
  Scent.

  Going sleigh riding through the frozen woods of
  Fantasy,

  My Winter paradise is created from my heart and
  Wishes.
                                          Keith Garrett 

DECEMBER

                                       DECEMBER


  Snow covered mountaintops, wind blowing ever so cold,



  Leaves of yesterday falling into Winter, trees of emptiness.



  Storms of many coming to life, traveling the skies of life,



  Raindrops one by one then many at a time, down they fall.



  There's a chill that awakes settling into the nights of the 
  Season,


  Icy roads, lonely they seemstretching endlessly Into the 
  Distance.


  Fog moves in from the ocean,creeping, floating across 
  The land,


  Creating an eerie scene of what Winter can be, most
  Haunting.


  On the move are those wanting this most joyous season,



  A time of togetherness, a time of love and celebration 
  For all.
               DECEMBER, THIS IS DECEMBER.


                                         Keith Garrett

A PIECE OF YOUR LIFE

                                 A PIECE OF YOUR LIFE


  Amesbury, Massachusetts, a time long ago,


  You were once so full of life, a young woman 
  With dreams.

  Seasons of four, between  warm Summer months 
  And the snow,

  Your lovely smile, energy as only a young person 
  Would know.

  A time before there were no children, a teen of 
  the fifties,
  Rock N' roll, Chuck Berry and Elvis, drive-in movies, 
  A toung love.

  Who watched you run under the Summer sun, with 
  Whom did you run,

  What was it like to be only seventeen, dancing 
  Within a dream.

  Out on a Saturday night, convertible cars, a hamburger 
  Under the stars,
  Did the boys chase you as you would run with such a
  Giggle, was this you?

  Your name was Barbara Jean, friends and high school 
  Back in the fifties,

  A piece of your life, before you became a mother and 
   A wife, your life.
                                 Keith Garrett

25 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS

                           25 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS


  When December starts the pace of the season takes off,


 There becomes much unneeded stress put upon ourselves.


  A joyous time and celebration it should be these 25 days,


  A time and chance to become a little closer to neighbors.


 There's a rush of shoppers dressed for this cold time of
  Year,

  Some are happy and thankful just enjoying the life that 
  They have.

  There are those who are unhappy and feel the need to
  Show it,

  Many emotions are witnessed throughout the holiday 
  Season.

  Family comes to town, sharing a walk downtown within 
  The lights,

  Decorated shops and store windows up and down the streets.


  25 days of Christmas are to be a special time with loved 
  Ones,

  Share this time with them, try to forgive, let a grudge die 
  Today.
                                    Keith Garrett

MYSTERY OF HER SONG

                              MYSTERY OF HER SONG

Many years before, she sang a song, he watched himself Gavotte,

Who was this song about, Carly sang loudly?

The possibility that there were three so vain,

There was one in her thoughts, knows of him today.

As she lives, they still live and have not yet gone away,

Much older today but the song still plays.

A clue as Mick danced the Gavotte, a rolling stone,

Jack and Warren, they were vain, hung out at a place the same.

Mystery of her song, she does not speak out loud,

Who was so vain, was she so angry, Carly remembers

You're so vain.                Keith Garrett

MYTHICAL GHOSTS

                          MYTHICAL GHOSTS
                                                                  Keith Garrett
  In our minds do they live, exist only in our dreams,


  Gaze out into the night, beyond the stars in the dark.


  Remember as a child you would put a tooth under 
  Your pillow,

  As you slept a fairy would visit and replace it with 
  Riches.

  Mother nature we do not see as a mortal but live within 
  Her,

  She is known by all with the changing seasons of time.


  As you drift off into slumber it is he whom watches over,


  A man whom possesses a dreaming sand for a believer.


  Grants does he the gift of love so fine from an arrow,


  Only Imagine this ghost fore he is forever cupid.


  He's as old as the universe, he's of the beginning,


  He knows of life, the name is father time.


  A cold sort of spirit, he exists from a myth,


  When the freeze of night comes, lives does Jack Frost.


  Eggs in a basket, colored and decorated for a child


  Jelly beans and treats from an Easter bunny not seen.


  Last but not least, a jolly old man with a beard so white,


  He  gives to the world on Christmas eve, Santa Claus.

HOLIDAY CHEER

                           HOLIDAY CHEER


  Let us sit back for a moment and reflect,



  Not upon the negative or even losses we must bare.



  We must keep moving forward, walking into a new 
  Year,


  Blessings are many for I've had my share.



  A holiday cheer, I raise my glass to all friends and 
  Loved ones,


  A toast to end and begin a most positive and looked 
  Forward to New Year.


  May your dreams be realized, wishes are hope,



  A prayer that the light of God be shined down upon you.



  This is to those whom never give up,



  No matter what the struggle of life be.


                                              Keith Garrett

HAVE YOU SEEN WINTER

                         HAVE YOU SEEN WINTER?


  It comes to life between Fall and Spring,



  In the woods, beneath 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

HARPS OF HEAVEN

                                HARPS OF HEAVEN


  Winter falls upon us, the winds of cold blow, 


  Leaves have fallen from the now naked trees.


  Thoughts of miracles are a snow falling dream,


  Angels dance in the sky and comfort the night.


  Musical sound echoes from heaven,


  The strumming of harps, harps of heaven.


  Above the clouds, beyond the sparkling stars,


  Where there is no cold, no sorrow day to day.


  Play those harps, let the beauty of peace be heard,


  Let the spirits rejoice as eternal life is beautiful.


  Upon us are worldly pleasures,


  Listen for the harps of heaven.


                                           Keith Garrett

GINGERBREAD HOUSE

                        GINGERBREAD HOUSE


  Around it are many lights, on the door a big 
  Wreath hangs,

  Which is the color that lays on the ground,


  Windows framed in cany canes,


  The roof is all of Gingerbread, trimmed edges 
  Of frosting.

  The outside walls are made up of chocolate bars,


  A Gingerbread house, now lets go inside.


  In the oven the scent of cinnamon rolls,


  On the stove, pies of all flavors, delicious they are.


  The ceiling as it is, a giant chocolate chip cookie,


  Take a piece of the floor, made of chocolate smoars.


  This Gingerbread house is a dream of delight,


  It appears once a year, on a Winters night.


                              Keith Garrett