I SEE HIM
It's still daylight, I walk to school on this Halloween,
A breezy day, leaves falling from trees, empty
Streets.
There is an uneasy feeling inside me, like
Something Waits,
A car passed by, only a stare, what bothered
Me, not There.
I saw him from a distance, standing with a face
Unseen,
In a moment he was gone, a scene from an
Eerie dream.
I saw him again, twice before the sun went down,
Evil Around,
My friends and I were knaive, we laughed at
Halloween, Didn't Believe,
I see him in my dreams just as I once saw him as
A child, he is real.
I see him. Keith Garrett
Author: Man of many thoughts
HE HAS A NAME OF FEAR
At one time, I’m sure he was a little boy,
scared by Demons, of his early world.
The sound of his name brings chills of fright,
to children everywhere as he haunts their lives.
Watch out! Watch out! for the boogey man,
He may be hiding under your bed if he can.
In the dark of your closet, he may be watching you,
Keep your feet in the bed, keep your closet closed.
The boogey man strikes on a dark, lonely street,
In shadows of the night, behind a standing tree.
Keep your blankets to your eyes, your curtains closed,
When you shut out your lights, will he be standing
In your room?
Look out for the man, he has a name of fear,
He’ll scare you to death, the boogey man is near.
Keith Garrett
HE HAS A NAME OF FEAR
At one time, I’m sure he was a little boy,
Scared by demons of his early world.
The sound of his name brings chills of fright,
to children everywhere, as he haunts their life.
Watch out! watch out! for the boogey man,
He may be hiding under your bed if he can.
In the dark of your closet, he may be watching you,
Keep your feet in the be, keep your closet closed.
The boogey night strikes, on a dark, lonely street,
In shadows of the night, behind a standing tree.
Keep your blankets to your eyes, your curtains closed,
When you shut out your lights, will he be standing
in your room?
Look out for the man, he has a name of fear,
He’ll scare you to death, the boogey man is near.
Keith Garrett
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BAD THINGS
I am everywhere and all the time,
Sometimes, maybe a nightmare for you,
A violent crime.
A car accident of horror, A family’s loss of life,
A plane crash in the ocean, on an October night.
I am a house on fire, a tragedy of fright,
Murder in the woods or a lightning strike.
Anger and bad thoughts are what I’m about,
You can’t hide from me because I am all around.
Bad things with two legs, bad things without sound,
I’m always a part of the news, I have a story to tell.
I’m a fight in the park, a lost soul never found,
Trick or treat on a Halloween night,
A knock on the door, bad things you may find.
Keith Garrett
BATTLE CRY
Across the sky on the Fourth of July,
Bombs bursting into the night.
Echoing the sounds from long ago,
Independence is celebrated in the here and now.
Fighting for freedom on this land,
Dying for what they believed, as they made
Their stand.
To the men, women, and children who gave
their lives,
We honor that which was achieved back in a time.
Across the sea, they set sail,
To take from us but would not prevail.
In eighteen twelve came to us another fight,
They invaded our land by day and by night.
On our shore, the enemy approached,
With guns and swords ready to attack.
We fought this battle, many gave their lives,
for what they were doing was surely right.
Keith Garrett
ONCE UPON A TIME
in seventeen seventy- six, we took our stand, to
Fight a tyrant far away,
We were slaves, If we did not pay then they would take.
By the name of King George, He ruled from across the sea,
When we decided there would be no more, he sent an
army of ships to invade our shores.
Cannonballs into the air, gunfire and killing everywhere,
The sky lit up throughout the night.
A smell of gunpowder, we did not run from the fight,
Swords raised from the Redcoats hands.
Some of us would die, many would pay the price,
Proud to take that stand, once upon a time.
We pushed them back, these invaders from
A foreign land,
they turned and ran back home to a ruler far
From here.
Our flag was raised, we were free,
They would come again but we would bring
them to their knees.
Keith Garrett
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AN AMERICAN NATION
AN AMERICAN NATION
To be free from a tyrant far across the sea, blood would be seen,
Men would gather as a vote would change the way life would be.
The right to live as they chose on an american land, gun in hand,
Farmers put down their pitchforks and swore to fight for their rights.
Melitia was formed, sons were to take up arms and on their land, a fight,
This is an American nation! Colonies of thirteen would stand together.
The british soldiers would march on land, ships of many upon the sea,
A war does not discriminate, is not prejudice as men, women, and
children do Die.
There are many whom will lay upon the land, forgotten as the years
Drift on by,
A patriot holds a flag of stars and stripes, strong in his hands, waiving
As the battle rages.
Bullets fly, cannonballs ring loud in the sky, swords take away lives
from both sides,
An American nation! their spirits sing out from more than two hundred
And fifty years ago,
Believed and cared for a land so long ago, the American way has decayed,
Lost in today.
Keith Garrett
GHOST OF A PATRIOT
GHOST OF A PATRIOT
In 1775, back in a revolutionary time, a man picked up
His gun,
Leaving his home to fight and defend the land he worked
Hard for.
A King's army would travel across the sea to take a certain
Freedom away,
Boston harbor, where cannonballs would fly across a dark
Nght sky.
Many would lay dead as battle did rage on, Dragoons
Invaded our land,
A patriot, one man who in the end would be remembered
By few.
There was a fight in him as great as any other in this war
On farmland,
Like many others, a man with a family, wife, children,
and friends.
This man perhaps went by the name of Jonathan, not to
Be remembered today,
He did die for his country way back in 1775, a patriot with
A life.
Does he wander along the thirteen colonies, this ghost of
A patriot?
Keith Garrett
A NEW NATION
A NEW NATION
The revolutionary war began In seventeen seventy five,
Many would die,
In seventeen seventy six they would declare war and
Independence agains the British empire.
From Delaware to Pennsylvania, New Jersey, and
Massachusetts Bay,
Maryland, South Carolina, Rhode Island, Providence plan,
They stood together as one to have an American land.
General George Washington led this battle to be free,
Ships Invaded the bays, Cannon fire echoed like drumbeats
Into many life giving nights.
The sound of a death march across the open land,
Many a man would fall to the ground and never again stand.
Hand to hand they would take their stand,
Waiving a new flag of colors, gunpowder scent filled the land.
Two hundred and thirty nine years ago there was war on our land,
Independence was declared, sacrifice of blood stained the hand.
On the fourth of July remember the thousands whom had died,
The war ended In seventeen eighty three, listen to the wind, hear
their cries.
Keith Garrett
A PATRIOTS STAND
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
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