1969

I was a child in 1969, I had not 
A vlue 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

A long ride, not much in between,

Upon a quiet, deserted town, I came.

Not a soul in sight, a breeze echoes

Through this place,

Many different sounds as If people

Lived.

Only ghosts of a town that once had

Breath,

The back and forth clanging of an

Open jailhouse door.

A saloon sign creeks as it swings

In the wind,

I can almost feel those who once

Were here.

Only dust walks these streets,

This town that died,

I’ll stay here for the night,

I’ll be alright.

The only thing that will be

my company are a horse and

Tumbleweeds.

Keith Garrett

It comes to life between Fall and Spring,

In the woods, between snow- covered trees,

where leaves are blown by a chilly, cold

Breeze.

Above the hills, high in the snow-covered

Mountains,

Around a frozen pond, a snow-surrounded

Lake.

Have you seen winter? open your mind

And it’s there,

See with your imagination, there is a

Reality to the season.

Keith Garrett

      WHEN YOU SEE WINTER
 What do you see when you see winter, do you 
 See the mountains?

 The cold, layered snow that rests so high, 
 Almost touching the sky.

 When the wind blows through the trees, do 
 you see the falling leaves?

The snow coming down is beautiful and white, 
 What a winter sight.

 When you see Winter, do you see the frozen 
 Pond where water hides,

  Is there a lake you remember, as once you 
  Were a child in another time.

   Do you recall Icicles hanging from a rooftop, 
   From tree limbs in the woods,

  Do you see children you once knew, flying 
  Down the hill on sleds and saucers.

  When you see, do you see with your memories, 
  Are your eyes closed, a scene from before, Icy roads you once drove with a th a family, roads you wandered on your own,

When you see Winter, does a life flash before your eyes,

Once from a child's mind.
 Keith Garrett

         CANDLE IN A GLASS

Within a dome, it stands surrounded by glass,



Held up by an Iron structure, it is a beautiful 
Sight.


 Red, this candle, glows bright in the darkness 
 Of the night,


For this holiday season, a representation of 
The light, a symbol.


  Candle in a glass, lit each night, brings a 
  Peaceful light,


  Burning bright, it gives light until a good night, 

  Tomorrow a sight.
  
                   Keith Garrett

From the sky, on a cold, winter day,

Snow falling, white as it lay,

Windy, as branches from the trees

Sing together, a winter scene.

A place to visit each year at this time,

Hike from the road to a cabin alone.

I make my way through the snow as it

Builds, hurry, I must before I am lost,

I see some most beautiful sites as my

Footprints are left behind in the snow

To rest,

I’m here, a woodpile already chopped

Last year for this quiet visit far away.

Inside, where a warm fire is made to

Begin my time away from the loud world,

In the morning, a walk into the white

Covered woods, winter is shown to

All things.

Footprints in the snow, amazing when

You look around, they are a part

Of you,

My feet follow me, leaving tracks of white,

Deep imprints that will fade with time,

Footprints in the snow, once here but then

In a moment gone, just footprints in the snow.

Keith Garrett

Late January, we are into winter

And cold,

The trees are becoming less dressed,

Leaves are dropping to the ground.

Cold and chilly visits our nights while

The sun drifts further away,

A woodpile ready for the season,

A fireplace that glows will be a scene.

Candles of many colors, shining

High upon the nights, peaceful times,

The wind can be heard beyond the

Windows, into the hills surrounding.

Slippers and a robe for warmth in the

Dark, and at morning’s light,

Snow on the mountain tops, such a

Winter sight, shadows, and cold.

A sleigh ride through the snowy

Woods, everything still and quiet,

Some deer are noticed in the distance,

They wander off through the trees.

Taking a walk dressed in clothes made

For the season’s cold,

My thoughts of winter are a dream to

Be realized, they come to life.

Keith Garrett

See into this picture, beyond

Right in front of you,

Snow falling lightly, the trees

That once had leaves, now

Dressed in white is a beautiful

Scene to be.

What was once grass of green, is

Now a blanket of white,

Fences of wood stretched out

In the distance, are covered.

Icicles of many shapes and

Sizes hang from rooftops,

Feel the wind, hear it sing as it

Passes through the land.

The sky has many colors, so

Cold It appears, sitting still,

There are no stars on this night,

Not a moon so bright,

A snow scene can be a most

Beautiful thing, see what might be.

Keith Garrett

A change of seasons is noticed as

The cold winds arrive,

From my thoughts are visions of

My life’s dreams, thoughts.

Winter brings me to a place of

Fantasy, a place wanted,

Love and happiness cry out for

Attention, weeping softly.

This dreamer of hopes and wishes

Brought to life, this life,

Always dreaming with a prayer that

She lives, my dream.

Winter comes to us for just a wind

Blown moment in time,

Snow-covered mountains, sleep in

The cold, dark night.

Leafless trees stand and wait for

Spring to dress themselves,

Back in what was left behind,

Dropped on the ground.

I am who? I am a winter dreamer

Here for a short time,

In a season of wishes and magical

Things imagined.

Keith Garrett

Imagine this, you and I together,

out there alone, winter,

We look out upon the clouded

Skies that just rained snow.

Around the pine trees, around the

Frozen, glass-like lake,

Layered with this winter white,

Appears so cold, is beautiful.

A lonely place if not to be shared

With the company of love,

Such a wonderful spot in this

World to be, see it with your heart.

Do not be afraid, just take hold of

My hand, I’m holding you tight,

One step at a time, walk with me out

On this shiny, glass-covered floor.

Look at me, darling, right now the

World belongs to only us, my dear,

Hear the wind as the music is there,

Listen with me, listen to it,

Dance with me on this lake of ice,

We’ll dance until day turns to night.

Keith Garrett