DECEMBER PEACE



 It soon comes again that time of year,



 To be thankful for life and put away all of the fear.



 The season grows cold as the days' become short,



 It's Winter now, storms of another sort.



  My memories of how it was as a child,



  The snow coming down, I watched as it piled.



  The chilling wind is something so real,



  December peace is what makes me feel.



  I sit by the fire and dream of things,



  Watch as the years go by to what this life brings.



  As a boy I had wondered what it was to be grown,



  December peace, all but alone.


                        Keith Garrett