The Summer heat comes to Its end, August and September gone,

Autumn born again, Into the Winter It makes Its way day by day.

Earlier the shadows’ can be seen on the face of the mountains’,

From a distance how cold, oh! so very cold, they appear up high.

The days’ light disappears’ earlier as the nights’ grow long,

A breeze across the sky tells us, In the air comes a chill.

Keith Garrett



Dreams’ like the hopes and wishes that rest In our hearts’,

Some come true, If for us only a shattered few, like you.

Dreams’ are a look into the future of our wanting thoughts’,

Reasons’ and seasons’ for them to be or be not.

Dreams’ may bring love to a heart so lonely and of care,

What Is a dream If never with another shared?

I dream of one day when a dreamers’ heart finds mine,

We’ll walk as one but two different lives.

Keith Garrett



It came to me one morning as I listened to the sirens and noise,

Fall is here, Thanksgiving is coming soon and this is not the place to be.

My Thanksgiving dream is to get away to that special, little town of peace,

Something out of a movie, going home where friends and family still live.

Driving across the country to where memories wait for me, you can see Fall,

When I arrive I can see many trees with leaves dropping to the ground.

Suppose to be cold tonight, snow will be here soon, the days are short,

Here with family, old friends gather for a Thanksgiving feast and thoughts.

The night is quiet, a warm fire, watching the sun go down with autumn alive,

Tomorrow is the day, asleep tonight in my old room, I can hear the wind howl.

Morning light awakens me with the smell of foods cooking downstairs,

Mom and Grandma in the kitchen, turkey in the oven and pies on the counter.

A cup of coffee, warm is the fire, outside on the porch as cold is the morning,

This is Fall, back home for the holidays where the seasons change.

Kids playing in piles of leaves, grateful for this day that’s about to be,

Today at the table together we sit, share, thankful for this Thanksgiving dream.

Keith Garrett




A speck of dust, just a trickle of water,

Soon would blow with the wind and dry into nothing.

Our time is now for we are a whisper wanting to be heard,

A short period for laughter, remembered for what we leave.

For so long has time existed, the world, the universe so large,

We are but a fragment, a particle of all that was created.

A moment in time was this gift we were given from God above,

A moment to see and love all there is to understand from this.

Where we go from here we shall not know, but hold no fear,

Like many fallen leaves from a tree, we are one, we disappear.

Keith Garrett



This November has quite a bit of anger and stress,

There is mistrust and a country becoming more divided.

Crime and rioting is an everyday occurrence in our nation and world,

It’s almost Thanksgiving in a land of hostility and resentment.

As the holiday gets closer and the year’s end closes in, we think,

We all lose or gain something, struggles may be few or too much,

At times in our own world, fighting for our own daily survival.

You are fortunate if on Thanksgiving there is a roof over your head,

A bed in which you just came from, a warm fire and some love.

To wake in good health, at times taken for granted is precious,

It’s almost Thanksgiving, a little less anger, a helping hand or smile.

Keith Garrett





My father, he was a sailing man on the Newport News, a navy man,

He stood on a ship across the seas to foreign lands before I knew of he.

Oh father dear, just what things did you see,

Around the world, you traveled so long ago.

Father of mine, what were you like as a boy,

Did you dream of the sea, did you dream like me.

I know you wrote of poetry, words today I write like thee,

You traveled around the Korean war,

It didn’t do you in as this land did.

Were you drunk or were you blind when you stood so high above the ocean shore,

What were your thoughts, were you thinking at all,

Why didn’t you hide from the deadly fall.?

You’re up in the sky in heaven so high, daddy dear please tell me why,

You died too young, you left me behind,

The more I think of you, the older I find.

You were a navy man, you’re sailing again, across the heavenly seas is where you be.

Keith Garrett Always thinking of you.



About a land so far across the sea, stories of knights from days lost,

Castles of stone standing through centuries of tales told, those who know.

Kings and Queens ever since this Island was discovered back in a dream,

Magical wizards are fables of men said to them as a child long ago.

Those dressed in armor, a King by the name of Arthur and a sword,

A legendary table of round sat Knights so long ago on shores unseen.

Princes and Princesses dancing at parties of royalty in a far off land,

Common men and women lived together and begged for food, a hand.

Woods of old England, warriors, and Knights with bows and swords,

Mystical dreams of times, of shores unseen, a book of tales.

Along the river, lakes of swans gliding across the mirrored glass,

Over the hills where the whispering winds watch the grass dance.

In the English night sky, through the known expected fog of the land,

A rising moon shines its glowing light upon the trees, upon these shores.

Seasons of many centuries witnessed by a people with voices of sound,

Sir Lancelot dressed for battle riding high upon a dark horse into forever.

Dragons of fantasy flying through the sky, wings spread, soaring,

Breath of fire it is told they possess, demons brought to life in a dream.

Legends of many moons long since past, ghosts of heroes wander in mist,

Mystical dreams of shores unseen, songs sung in green meadows,

A beautiful sound from voices such a long time ago.

Keith Garrett