A PATRIOTS STAND
At the mercy of a tyrants throne,
From far away, across the sea, they owned our homes.
A decision was made to take a stand,
No more would they be In charge of this land.
Ships sailed by night and by day, they would come,
Freedom Is not free, red, white, and blue.
Dragoons, red coats, approached the shore,
Cannons firing, bombs and gunfire lit up the nights.
Face to face, marching across the land, enemy at hand,
Fallen soldiers, blood of men soaked our land.
Watching from their homes was not such a pretty sight,
Death came to visit, something of an endless fight.
For the fathers and sons who fought side by side,
A flag of freedom was raised, united In a revolutionary time.
Many died but did not die In vain,
They live on each day the stars and stripes are waved.
Keith Garrett
Author: Man of many thoughts
FLASHES IN THE NIGHT
Across the open sea, through raging waters, they sailed,
They were the King’s army, they thought they would prevail.
Believing to be superior over the common man,
An ego much too large when they stormed our shores.
Redcoats, and Dragoons, charged upon us to take freedom away,
Everywhere, flashes in the night but we would not turn and run.
A flag of colors, red, white, and blue, waved through many
Days and nights of bloody fight.
Torn, dirty, and burned, it would not disappear,
Throughout the Winter cold, and into the Summer heat,
Our men battled, Families suffered and sacrificed for
what seemed to be an eternity.
Beyond the smoke, for so long, flashes in the night,
We stood our ground, We saw the morning light.
Keith Garrett
TWO ROADS
There’s a right and wrong way of thinking on certain issues,
We should all know right from wrong.
Good versus evil is a way we choose to be,
Think before you act, in an instance lives are changed.
There are two roads to walk, two roads of thought,
Choose the right road and possibly an easy stroll.
the wrong road, a good chance in a cage you’ll go.
When acts of horrible violence are from the mind, planned,
Reasons why matter not to those shattered families who
Remain standing in a blood-stained land.
Analyzed theories about who did it and why, don’t
Take away the tears from a mother’s eyes,
Raising your children, being in their lives.
The signs of trouble are there, don’t close your eyes,
Two roads to travel in a person’s thought-filled mind.
it seems so simple, why do so many have to die?
Keith Garrett
HAPPY FATHER’S DAY, DAD
HAPPY FATHERS' DAY
DAD
I think of you often, memories are great,
Remember when they weren't memories but real?
Wow! Dad, you left and went away so many Fathers'
Days ago,
Part of me went with you back when I was a child at
Only seven.
You have been loved forever, If this time on Earth is how
you're measured,
Another Fathers' Day Dad, a most happy one to you, peace
Always.
Love you, Dad
Keith
MEMORIAL DAY
MEMORIAL DAY
When we think of Memorial Day, what is it to us,
Is it the looked to barbecues with friends?
Maybe the beach and lying in the sun,
Going to the park with our children, relaxing.
Is it watching movies, drinking cold beer
For the day,
Going away camping, forgetting the troubles
In our way.
My father traveled the oceans, sailed the seven seas,
A navy man in the Korean war, his journal tells me
Of all the places, lands where he would be.
i hold in my possession the poetry he wrote on
A ship in a time of war,
The things I have to remember him ar not just
In a wooden box, they are stored in my heart.
When the sounds of planes, jets, or what flies
On Memorial Day, Listen carefully for the ones
You love, miss, or lost, think of them today.
For those who are lost, missing, who gave their lives
For what they believed, pray for all of them, the
Thousands of family members who rest together in
Heaven. Keith Garrett
THIS IS THE BOSS
Out on the stage with guitar in hand,
Giving to the crowd, music from this man.
Moving all around the place as he sings,
The audience is amazed at this performance of a king.
He has a voice that's rough and strong,
Throughout the night he plays his tunes.
A band leader of talent, this is true,
Night after night, preaching the blues.
This is the boss dressed up for a show,
All night long, he plays for the world.
Keith Garrett
EASTER BUNNY
EASTER BUNNY
Where does he come from, this figure of folklore,
A symbol of Easter from many generations ago.
This rabbit that brings Easter eggs during the night,
Also called the "Easter Hare" Sometimes shown wearing
clothes.
As legend tells, he carried colored eggs in a basket, candy,
And toys,
To the homes of children who were good and obedient.
Easter bunny, Easter bunny, I thought of you during the night,
A gift to me of a colorful Easter Basket, by morning's light.
Keith Garrett
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