1969
I was a child in 1969, I had not a clue 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
keithgarrettpoetry 
I too was clueless back in 1969…could be because I was only 3….
Thanks for reading
I was an infant in 1969. I didn’t have many cares in the world.
I was 7, Halloween night hit me hard back then. My father was killed.
On Wed, Jul 18, 2018 at 5:34 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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It was a good year. I was there. It is right that it be celebrated.
How old were you?
On Wed, Aug 1, 2018 at 10:31 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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let’s just say Keith I am a baby boomer; the sixties and seventies were brilliant; I was only a kid but I remember the birth of rock ‘n’ roll; maybe I should write about it 🙂 you’re inspiring me now
I make collages of bands, sealed in plastic. I just did one called music of 1968
On Wed, Aug 1, 2018 at 10:46 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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’68 was a great year; Hendrix, the Doors, the Beatles’ White Album, Presley’s ‘Burning Love’ and ‘Suspicious Minds’ and that’s only beginning ….
I have one of Elvis, the doors, and many more.
On Wed, Aug 1, 2018 at 10:52 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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you ever thought of posting the collage?
I was twelve that year, going into seventh grade, becoming aware of boys, rock’n roll, the war (although dimly), and my own intelligence. Suddenly I bloomed in all ways. It was a good year.
I was 7 then, My father died that year, he fell off of a cliff in Palos, Verdes on Halloween night.
How awful! I’m sorry. I’m afraid of that place for that very reason.
There’s more about it but it’s been so long.
On Tue, Aug 21, 2018 at 1:41 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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