Author: Man of many thoughts

SNOW ALONG THE RIVER

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There’s a path I walk through trees

Of empty branches, I walk,

The winter wind blows chilly across

The hills of white.

Down below in the distance, see

Do I rushing water, I see,

The sound, the sound like a chorus

Of drums and trumpets.

Hearing the crashing against

Everything in its path, hear it,

Nature has a plan of its own, still,

It invites us to share in it.

Snow along the river has such a

Beautiful Appearance, doesn’t it?

Walk as I do, my mind painting this

Vision of a dream, I dream.

Winter is a wonderful time of year

For all the scenes it may show,

Just to see snow along the river,

Many places I would go.

Keith Garrett

1943 NICKEL

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1943 NICKEL
A nickel I came upon, old is its age,
Dirty and worn, 1943 had a name.
When it was made, which pocket did 
It first 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 it be?
Beyond seventy years, this silver-
Looking Coin has traveled,
Today, it rests with me, who held 
Onto it In 1943?
      Keith Garrett

WHEN THE SNOW FALLS

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                  WHEN THE SNOW FALLS


  It comes down in shapes that no man can 
  Describe,


  Floating ever so gently, touching the ground, 
  Spreading around.


  Blowing in the wind, layer by layer, it lies 
   Like a Blanket on trees,


  The mountains turn white, cold, with the sound 
  Of quiet late in the night.


  When the snow falls, a snowman exists in yards 
  Across many a land,


  Icicles are found hanging, from where water 
  Drips in a freezing world.


  Rooftops are heavy with a Winter white, sleigh 
  Rides are a beautiful sight,


  When the snow falls, it says that a season of 
   Magic Lives in our thoughts.

                                                         Keith Garrett

THE GREATEST TIME

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Watching the kids throwing snow

Balls in the cold,

Snow falling down, clapping their

Hands, joyful sounds.

Sleds and saucers, laughter rings

Through the day,

I am here as I am shown the greatest

Time a child may have.

Making a snowman come to life, snow

Angels upon the ground,

Watching their dreaming eyes wish

Upon a star, a lifetime ahead.

Like looking back in time, when the

Magic was more alive, It fades,

The greatest time is watching

Children fly with no scars to hide.

Keith Garrett

I THOUGHT I SAW YOU IN THE SNOW

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I THOUGHT I SAW YOU IN THE SNOW
Just as before, so long ago, where 
Once we were,
I was your son, you were my dad, I 
saw you there,
Standing in the snow, like yesterday, 
You were real.
As the years passed, and again, the 
Snow would be,
I watched as the snow would fall, I 
Searched for you and me.
I am no longer a child, as I remember 
Those child-filled days,
I thought I saw you in the snow, I wished 
For it anyway.
Were you there? Were you walking in the 
Snow today?
 Was it a dream? I saw you smile and look 
 My way.
 I thought I saw you in the snow, was it 
 Really so long ago?
 I thought I saw you in the snow, I think 
 Maybe it was so.
                   Keith Garrett

SNOWFLAKES

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They fall from the sky with not

A number to describe,

Not one is the same as they go

Their own certain way.

Rain on down, floating to a

Destination where they join as one,

Watch as they float, Their lifespan may

Be of a moment in time.

Snowflakes appear from the clouds,

Cold as they find their way down,

From a snowflake there is not a sound,

Snowflakes are forever around.

Keith Garrett

SOMEWHERE IN THE SNOW

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Lost so long ago, a brother and sister,

Somewhere in the snow,

They had names, playing on a January

day, when they lost their way.

When the snow started to fall, their

Path home was not recalled,

They were never seen again, as all

Stories don’t have a beautiful end.

They have for many years now

Wandered somewhere in the snow,

Ghosts of a January, searching for

A way back home, together they roam.

There is no sadness, no tears on faces

Anymore, not cold in the snow,

They are together forever, journey

To a new eternal home.

Keith Garrett

SNOWLAND

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A season arrives, colder becomes

The days and nights,

You awake to a light, falling rain

Of snow.

Heavier it becomes, the branches

Of trees slowly disappear,

Rooftops change too, a blanket

Of white covers them all,

Sidewalks and parks, green

Grass becomes a cold floor.

Snowball fights between children,

Fun times in the neighborhood,

A snowman stands motionless in

A yard, waiting for the magic of the

Season.

People iceskating on frozen water,

Bundled in clothes for the occasion,

Icicles hanging from rooftops, dripping

Slowly, drop by drop, they vanish,

Snowland, at times a fantasy, but reality

For many in an everyday world.

Keith Garrett

I LOVE YOU

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When the snow falls, I watch your

Expression, you glow,

You see the falling snow, I see your

Eyes sparkle, a smile shown.

Your eyes are closed as the cold wind

Is upon you, you are seen,

You feel the wind, the wind is beautiful

But not so beautiful as you.

Winter is here, we are all a part of It,

We share this season,

Winter brings the cold to you, together

We are warmer than the cold.

I love winter with you as we share the

Beauty of all that the season brings,

I love you when I see all the emotion

These wonderful things do for you,

I love winter, I love you, and all the

Things together we do.

Keith Garrett

THIS BOY FROM TUPELO

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From Mississippi, born quite some

Time ago,

The name of Elvis will be forever

Known.

Gospel music, he could sing very well,

Growing up in a town where the poor

Would dwell,

He loved his Mother, to her, a song he

Would sing.

Noticed by a man named Sam, to a boy,

Fame this would bring,

Moving on to Memphis, a place in Tennessee,

A mansion known as Graceland, now the home

For he.

Always nearby, on him an eye they keep,

Called the Memphis Mafia, is who they would

Be.

A show he puts on in such places, so well

Known,

All over the world, his legend has grown.

When his time came, the lord made his

Visit,

Away, Elvis went with him, to the music

We still listen.

Keith Garrett