JUST WHISTLE,

                                       AND

                                  I'LL BE THERE


  A family, wife, son, and father, a music 
  Man,

 Travels does he throughout the seasons, 
  Leaves For christmas.

  Giving up the chance of a lifetime, his 
   Choice To be with them,

  His trek home on a stormy, snow falling 
   Night, A much greater sacrifice.

 Death would greet him on his journey 
  home, a Mother and child now alone,

"Just whistle and I'll be there" said a father 
  To his Son before that darkened day.

 A snowman created from this young boys mind, 
  A hat, a scarf, A scarf,  he stands in the yard,


 A whistle in the night, a magical wind swirls 
  Down From heavens' light.


 Just whistle and I'll be there, a father's 
  Return For just a short time,


 A Christmas gift, a proper said goodbye, 
  Letting Go As now it will be alright.

       Keith Garrett