ONCE ON THANKSGIVING
It was close to four hundred years ago,
This Story,
They traveled far across the water for a
new life.
These English settlers laned at Plymouth
Rock,
The first Thanksgiving happened in sixteen
Twenty One.
It was not your today sit down supper, much
Different,
Not a turkey, no cranberry or mash potatoes,
A Different feast.
They would not have survived if not for help
From The Wampanoag Indians,
The Winters were very hard, Today we have it
Much Easier, To be thankful.
The first Thanksgiving lasted three days, duck
Was a Main course,
The Wampanoag's leader's name was Massasoit,
Once On Thanksgiving.
Keith Garrett
Author: Man of many thoughts
A NEW WORLD
A NEW WORLD
Chances taken, sacrifices made, as they set
Sail for hope and a new life,
Far across the sea, battling hunger and disease,
They traveled a dream.
Not always was this a happy ending as many
Ships Of the time were lost,
Hundreds of years ago, families and friends,
Those Seeking a better life, took a chance.
Massive ships set course for unknown places,
Praying to conquer the ocean's hostility,
The world was a mysterious and unknown
Piece of Work, still not understood.
It would take much courage, and a voyage
More Complicated and rougher than imagined,
Plymouth Rock would one day be seen, a new
World, This would be a land of new things.
There would be much sickness, hardship, and
Survival Would be most difficult,
They would settle, and slowly get to understand
The Ways of the indian people.
The first Thanksgiving is not clear, and no way to
Know how it really was,
A new world it was, for those whom were from
Another land, and wanted change,
Here's to a new world, and to all the
Thanksgivings Before, and today.
Keith Garrett
PEACEFUL THANKSGIVING
PEACEFUL THANKSGIVING
Family, friends, and stranger's everywhere, it's two
Thousand and twenty five,
To all of our family members who are not here this
Year, We think of them.
Wherever they may be, in heaven or on far away
Missions To foreign lands,
They may be where we don't ever want to be, and
We are Where they hope to be.
To all those Thanksgiving memories with our relatives,
Fathers and mothers,
If we are so fortunate to spend this year with loved
Ones, Friends, and others, enjoy.
A peaceful Thanksgiving, for just one day during this
Time Of turmoil in our world,
Put away the guns, stop rioting in the streets, leave the
Anger behind, peace that we seek.
A peaceful Thanksgiving, be with those whom may not
Be Here on another day,
love, life, and a piece of happiness, as our lives spin
Beyond What sorrow and pain we retain.
Keith Garrett
THANKSGIVING EVERYWHERE
THANKSGIVING EVERYWHERE
I've been watching as Thanksgiving grows
Close Each year,
There is a beauty, an ugliness that creeps in
with The season.
Why is it that many stress, the look of it
appears On Their faces,
Anger wanders about the streets as
Happiness Does Not greet.
Autumn does not guarantee a turkey, a
Home, or A clean day,
A man's woes do not weaken and slip away
On a Holiday.
Whether we are happy or sad, why can we
Not be glad for life?
Thanksgiving everywhere, some who care
Even with Despair.
We all have something to be thankful for,
Grateful With a daily breath,
Is it unfair when some don't care, pass
Them by With maybe a stare.
It's easy to be thankful with more than
You need, Words seem easy,
I saw a man sitting on a bench this day, a
Smile, and Have a happy Thanksgiving.
He was alone I could see, a hello, a five
Dollar bill that brought a tear and a smile
To me,
Some passed him by as he was nothing
Without a Name, I remember his eyes,
Thanksgiving everywhere, give a care, love
Need To be everywhere.
Keith Garrett
There is a beauty, an ugliness that creeps in with the season.
Why is it that many stress, the look of it appears on their faces,
Anger wanders about the streets as happiness does not greet.
Autumn does not guarantee a turkey, a home, or a clean day,
A man's woes do not weaken and slip away on a holiday.
Whether we are happy or sad why can we not be glad for life,
Thanksgiving everywhere, some who care even with despair.
We all have something to be thankful for, grateful with a daily breath,
Is it unfair when some don't care, pass them by with maybe a stare.
It's easy to be thankful with more than you need, words seem easy,
I saw a man sitting on a bench this day, a smile and have a happy Thanksgiving,
He was alone I could see, a hello, a five dollar bill that brough a tear and a smile to me.
Some passed him by as he was nothing without a name, I remember his eyes,
Thanksgiving everywhere, give a care, love needs to be everywhere.
Keith Garrett
A FALL DAY
A FALL DAY
Morning is filled with a fog coming off the lake,
A beautiful sight, chilly is the breeze, very early.
Quiet is the way, a dream that i will have this day,
Trees stand watching all around, their leaves upon
The ground.
A beautiful scene the lake shows when soon the fog
Does clear,
Everyone is still asleep on this Thanksgiving day, a fire
Burning.
Chopped wood is what is needed to keep a home warm
On this holiday,
On this Fall day we will share our lives in peace and love.
I can hear the voices of children, awake now is the family,
Relatives will arrive soon, wife is inside preparing a turkey,
A Fall day in November, will there ever be one like it again?
Keith Garrett
IT’S ALMOST THANKSGIVING
IT'S ALMOST THANKSGIVING
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 occurence 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
HALLOWEEN
This night is so dark, so much to see,
All spirits among us, they search for you and me.
As the wind howls through the trees and hills,
The terror grows more, in our hearts it fills.
Look to the sky, search for the moon,
Watch as it grows for something comes really soon.
All things to believe on all Hollow’s Eve,
Feel this fright in you, there’s no way to leave.
The goblins and ghouls steal the souls of fools
Out on this night as the dead come out of their holes,
One night of the year on Halloween,
Your imagination will haunt you, all fear can be seen.
Ghosts all around you on a cold, stormy night,
Keep an eye open for the thing that will bite.
as lightning strikes into your sight,
Bats fly above, oh! what a night.
Alone in your mind with what’s real or fake,
It seems like a dream, are you asleep or awake?
The creatures are coming yet you don’t hear
A sound,
There’s a smell all around, does it fume from
the ground?
Now starting to rain on this Eerie Halloween night,
Death sneaks up on you, only darkness, no sign
Of light.
A cold shiver goes up your spine,
You sense in the fog that nothing is fine.
Turning around to see that it’s me,
No longer alone but lost it is we.
We need to get back to where it began,
Our thoughts and our fears, alive if we
Can.
now it’s morning, slowly you awake,
Cold, wet, and dirty, was this all a dream?
Keith Garrett
HALLOWEEN, NIGHT OF TERROR
It’s October thirty first, Halloween, I await the dark of night,
They’ll be coming out of places not imagined from our
Minds.
There’s a storm heading for this town like never before.
Lock your windows and bolt your doors,
the evening’s just about here, the day’s sun is going
Down.
There’s a wind that you can hear, it howls with an
Eerie sound,
The trees are swaying back and forth with the
Crackling noise from its branches,
Leaves are floating down, down to the ground.
The clouds are getting thick and dark, moving in,
thunder like drumbeats rock the sky, flashes of
Light shoot through the night.
Trails of lightning bring a hell of a fright, here
It comes like a waterfall of noise,
The rain falling down with a loud, loud,
Sound, why is it quiet with the sound of
Not a soul?
Something is coming, a terror not yet known,
this place feels cold with such a wicked death.
Soon the terror will be here, yes! it’s coming
To us all,
Out there they wait with no sound or face.
You can not see them but they laugh at
Your fear.
Keith Garrett
A SPELL ON THE 31ST
A lying man’s tongue, just freshly hung,
The eyes of a murderer, taken for fun.
Hands of a thief, cut from the arms,
A foot of the dead, one found in the
Woods.
Head of a bat, hair from the wolf,
An evil soul, dug up from its hole.
A thought from the wicked one,
Who has not a conscience.
Into the pot, the greed of anyone,
A piece of the cheating heart,
Those whom hold.
All that is bad, stirred into the pot,
A spell on the 31st, will be cast after dark.
Keith Garrett
WHEN HE’S WATCHING
WHEN HE'S WATCHING
I left my home after it happened, I thought it
Was over,
Getting as far away as was possible from that
Nightmare.
Moving so many miles to a new state, a city
Where I might forget,
There is no forgetting only letting go and
Picking up the pieces.
A new job in a small town where quiet peace
And happiness await,
It was all over just as a bad dream fades with
Time and should not be real.
As I leave it all behind I now enjoy the home
That is different with no memory,
I have a memory, and a bad feeling that I can
Not run and hide.
While I sit here watching TV. and enjoying a
Warm fire, there is fear,
An uneasiness inside that I'm being watched,
Chills down my spine.
Did I think being alone would be pleasant,
Fooling myself again,
I'm tired so I head off to bed but with the light
Out there is that feeling.
I'm afraid so I carefully peek out of the window
To what can't be,
A shadow, It's not paranoia, he has found me
Again, he watches.
It's real, I'm not dreaming as this monster is
Alive! when he's watching,
I can feel it inside, how long will I survive, no
Place to hide.
Keith Garrett
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