MY HOMETOWN
Nineteen sixty two is when my life began,
Born in the Winter in a snowy Eastern land.
Amesbury, Massachusetts so far from where I am,
The past comes to visit me, memories of a man.
A mother, a father, one still lives on,
Father of a child went away while I was young.
I think of a home, a place in the snow,
Icicles hanging from the roof, a snowman standing tall.
Batman, on a small bike I did ride,
Snow covered branches, lightning in the sky.
Building blocks of many shapes and colors,
A monsters head rests on my dresser, Herman was his name.
Names I remember, where are they now,
A best friend by the name of Proventure, Donnie it was you.
Bonnie was his sister, Hamilton’s I recall,
Two brothers, Johnny and Jimmy, a sister I now know.
A hill by the name of Poe or pole, a dream in the snow,
Grapes on the vines, tree branches below,
My hometown of Amesbury, so long ago.
Keith Garrett
keithgarrettpoetry 
Hi Keith. How have you been?
Okay, had a ct scan last week. my balance is bad with headaches. waiting for an appointment. How are you?
On Thu, Sep 27, 2018 at 7:20 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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Good morning. I hope the doctor can prescribe a medication that elevates the headaches. The off balance may be due to your equilibrium. I’m doing well Keith. Traveling often, and was enjoying the summer. Blessings and peace my friend. 🙏✌
I’m glad Summer is done, Take care of yourself.
On Fri, Sep 28, 2018 at 4:41 AM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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You as well!
We’re the same age! 🙂
Young is good!
On Wed, Oct 3, 2018 at 4:14 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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🙂 yes, it is!
Have a great night
On Wed, Oct 3, 2018 at 5:27 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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You as well!