1943 NICKEL
A nickel I came upon, old is its age,
Dirty and worn, 1943 had a name.
When it was made, which first pocket did hold,
A celebrity of movies or a farmer tired at night.
Could it have been the great Joe Dimaggio,
As time went by possibly a singer or Olympian.
A little boy had a nickel in his pocket, grew did he,
A famous writer he became, a 1943 nickel, where could
Could it be?
Beyond seventy years this silver looking coin has
Traveled,
Today it rests with me, who held onto it in 1943?
Keith Garrett
Author: Man of many thoughts
MOTHER’S DAY
MOTHER'S DAY
Little girls become one day, moms, mothers become grandmothers and so on,
The special thing about a mother is they do a thing a father can't do, they experience child birth.
Not to say a father doesn't in some way but from the outside, today it's moms day,
For all the things you do with patience that at times a father does not wish to do.
It works both ways, that's why as a team things can work out smoothly sometimes,
Not all is cozy and warm, this isn't a fifties show, a fantasy wished for does not come true.
Today we honor you the mother, a salute to you for those special things you do,
Taking time to know your children, being there through the tears and laughter.
Doing your best and loving your family even when at times they show no appreciation,
Remember, when your feeling not loved or taken for granted, let it be known,
Sometimes you just need to scream, sure they should understand, child and man.
For all the Saturday little league, the sleepovers, the guys are coming over for the game,
Of course you'll help out by preparing snacks and maybe cleaning up if they can't.
Here's hoping your family lets you do something for yourself or they might do for you,
Enjoy your day as tomorrow there will surely be lots to do as life continues.
Happy mother's day,
Keith Garrett
THE MYSTERY OF HER SONG
Keith Garrett MYSTERY OF HER SONG
Many years before, she sang a song, he watched himself Gavotte,
Who was this song about, Carly sang loud.
The possibility that there were three so vain,
There was one in her thought’s, knows of him today.
As she lives, they still live and have not yet gone away,
Much older today but the song still plays.
A clue as Mick danced the Gavotte, a rolling stone,
Jack and Warren, they were vain hung out at a place of the same.
Mystery of her song, she does not speak out loud,
Who was so vein, was she so angry, Carly remembers you’re so vain.
MOTHER, YOU ARE THERE
MOTHER, YOU ARE THERE
I saw the sunrise, in the morning, you are there,
The sun sets each late afternoon, you are in the air.
The wind wanders through the trees, I can see,
When the wind blows, you are here with me.
The light fades into the dark of night, you are in
Sight,
Every night you drift into the future, somewhere.
As the seasons change all things change, you are the
Same,
Mother, you are there, beyond the stars, you had a name.
As the days go by, through many remembered songs,
Flashes of your life fill my head, a life still not long
Enough.
Mother, you are there, when pain rests in my heart,
When the world is a scary place, I can see your face.
Happy Mother's Day
Your son, Keith
RUN FOR YOUR LIFE
RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!
The span of life Is short In time,
To do as much as you can before you're gone.
There's no place to run, there's no escape,
The process of aging can't be beat.
Take things' slow and the days' still pass,
If you move fast they don't slow down.
Run, run, run for your life,
Inside the clock keeps' on ticking until there
Is no more time.
Don't waste time worrying about dying,
Spend every moment trying to live life to the
Fullest.
Keep on moving creating energy, slow down and
You'll die,
Search and search as much as you can find.
You do not see It now, your end Is nowhere In sight,
So take It all In, run for your life.
Keith Garrett
WHAT MAKES GOD SAD
WHAT MAKES GOD SAD
The wonder's of the world, for us he made,
A cool felt breeze on a Summer's day.
Mountains that stand so tall up above,
Oceans and rivers, that which does live in them.
What makes god sad is the hatred towards one another,
The destruction of land for a dollar put in hand.
Thinking of only ones self, perhaps not lending a
Helping hand,
Murder, the taking of a life, this wasn't his plan.
Pollution of lakes and streams, toxic waste not
Dreamed,
The air being destroyed, does anybody even care.
Abuse of all that is here, what man values is not
What he shared,
What makes god sad should bring shame to this world.
Keith Garrett
TUMBLEWEEDS
TUMBLEWEEDS
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 creaking 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
WITH CLOSED EYES
WITH CLOSED EYES
Many things' are noticed when one can't see,
Against our face the wind, or a bird chirping
In a tree.
From the air, the sound of a plane soaring by,
Thunder claps as loud as a sonic boom.
People laughing with each other, driving past,
Dogs' barking In a near by yard as they're listened too.
The sound of music heard through an open window,
Two people In love saying goodbye at the door.
There are many, many things' we notice with closed
Eyes,
Not only the darkness that's with us Inside.
The mind will open at the time our eyes close,
And see more than can be Imagined In this dark world.
Keith Garrett
MYSTICAL DREAMS OF SHORES UNSEEN
MYSTICAL DREAMS OF SHORES UNSEEN
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
I’VE STOOD STRONG
I'VE STOOD STRONG
I've stood strong, Oh! so long and watched time
Pass,
To see the sun rise, too see the sunset.
Above me, the clouds drift past each day,
Can't see where they go, this Is where I stay.
In the dark of night I stand not alone,
What keeps me company Is that which roams.
The wind passes through me on a journey across the
Sky,
I'm never cold nor have I died.
Many have visited and stayed where I stand,
Some are now part of this land.
I'll still be here long after you,
I've stood strong, I'm different, this Is true.
By Keith Garrett
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