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 was a infant in 1969.
I was 7
On Sun, Nov 4, 2018 at 10:58 AM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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A real and familiar slice of time you have captured in your verse. Very nice. Thank you.
Thanks for reading.
On Sun, Nov 4, 2018 at 3:55 PM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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Nice 😄
Thanks for reading.
On Thu, Nov 8, 2018 at 10:00 AM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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I was 25 and a Missile Combat Crew Commander! 😊
Wow! I knew nothing about the world and you saw what was. My father was in Korea, I have his journal.
I have his poetry too. he died in CA, Falling off of a cliff on Halloween 1969.
Hopefully he died doing what he loved. Sounds like you were in a poetic family.
He didn’t die happily
On Fri, Dec 7, 2018 at 10:43 PM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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I’m sorry sir.
He fell from a cliff in Rancho, Palos Verdes
On Fri, Dec 7, 2018 at 10:50 PM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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Sorry to hear that.