Author: Man of many thoughts

CHRISTMAS STOCKINGS

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                                                                                               CHRISTMAS STOCKINGS


                                                                    Each year when Winter comes and Christmas is here,



                                                               Stockings are hung with tradition by the chimney you see.



                                                                    I was told of a story when once I was a child, of elves,



                                                                These tiny beings hung on our tree every Winter season.



                                                                 I have never forgotten them since the time I was young,



                                                                 It was said they climb down the tree after all are asleep,



                                                  Making their way across the room, search for those Christmas stockings.



                                                   Magic as in the morning they went from empty to full of a season of joy,



                                                   Tiny elves dressed in red and green, from a long time ago, not a dream.

                                                        Keith Garrett

CHRISTMAS AND WHAT I’M THANKFUL FOR

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  CHRISTMAS AND WHAT I’M THANKFUL FOR

Christmas comes but once a year, there is a magic that does appear,

For me, there is a change in the year, always something great to appear.

It’s not about gifts that rest below a tree, material things given for free,

Sharing a day, being with family, maybe enjoying some food and that’s okay.

I share my writing, It’s posted on the internet for all souls to read,

I decorate our home with lights and many other Christmas dreams.

Movies of the season are a treat, hope, and magic in December to be seen,

Christmas is free, it doesn’t cost a thing,  a day enjoyed, by family and friends.

I’m thankful for my family of which we are still living on this earth,

Thankful for that which we survived, love in our lives, we have survived.

A roof over our heads from the cold, a warm fire, food that may not be much,

A shower, a blanket covered for warmth, I’m thankful for all that we have.

I have been called selfish but I am me.

Keith Garrett

 CHRISTMAS AND WHAT I’M THANKFUL FOR

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Christmas comes but once a year, there is a magic that does appear,

For me, there is a change in the year, always something great to appear.

It’s not about gifts that rest below a tree, material things given for free,

Sharing a day, being with family, maybe enjoying some food and that’s okay.

I share my writing, It’s posted on the internet for all souls to read,

I decorate our home with lights and many other Christmas dreams.

Movies of the season are a treat, hope, and magic in December to be seen,

Christmas is free, it doesn’t cost a thing,  a day enjoyed, family and friends.

I’m thankful for my family of which we are still living on this earth,

Thankful for that which we survived, love in our lives, we have survived.

A roof over our heads from the cold, a warm fire, food that may not be much,

A shower, a blanket covered for warmth, I’m thankful for all that we have.

I have been called selfish but I am me.

Keith Garrett

A CABIN AT CHRISTMAS

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                                                                               A CABIN AT CHRISTMAS


                                                Head off up into the mountains this Winter, get away,


                                                Leave behind all the hustle and bustle, just some peace.


                                                 Me and you and a few loved ones too, away to the snow,


                                                       A quiet holiday to a place we can play, no worries.
 

                                           No tree, no lights, no decorations or commercial of the season,


                                           Only a couple precious gifts that mean the most from the heart.


                                         Noise and stress left far in the distance is a present of much value,


                                         Thankful for those whom love us, fortunate if we may love another.


                                             Sitting around a warm fire with the smell of pine everywhere,


                                                       Sipping rum or perhaps warm apple cider for some.


                                          Telling stories about Christmas memories, about special Winters,


                                            A cabin at Christmas is a wish of a gift, what else could be wanted.


                                            A dream of a gift would be a kiss on the lips from her, that woman, 


                                            Always in your mind, never ending thoughts, a cabin at Christmas.


                                               Merry Christmas,                                          Keith Garrett

TRAVELERS OF FALL

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                                              TRAVELERS OF FALL

They set sail for a new world such a long time ago,

 What they had to overcome, what do we know.

With ships, oh! so massive, all built by hand,

Off they did wander unto a new land.

Their vessels all anchored at Plymouth Rock,

On with their quest for those who might talk.

TRAVELERS OF FALL, tis a new life they seek,

This adventure of theirs, not for those who are weak.

Face to face they will come with a people not known,

A custom they will learn, now not alone.

Together they sit to share such a feast,

A tradition begins, for years this will teach.

Keith Garrett

  TRAVELERS OF FALL

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They set sail for a new world such a long time ago,

 What they had to overcome, what do we know.

With ships, oh! so massive, all built by hand,

Off they did wander unto a new land.

Their vessels all anchored at Plymouth Rock,

On with their quest for those who might talk.

TRAVELERS OF FALL, tis a new life they seek,

This adventure of theirs, not for those who are weak.

Face to face they will come with a people not known,

A custom they will learn, now not alone.

Together they sit to share such a feast,

A tradition begins, for years this will teach.

Keith Garrett

 

THE VIGILANTE

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                       THE VIGILANTE


  A peaceful man, calm was he with a smile so bright,


  Until they took his wife then his daughter's life.


  His world was turned inside out, nothing will be the same,


  His name is known within the business world, the nights 
  Are his.

 A man who did have a family, now he takes the lives of 
  Them who take,

  His life is much different now, days of a regular citizen, 
  nights of vengeance.

  He now lives within himself, with the pain he inflicts upon 
  The evil that brings pain,

  He is the vigilante, a good man who had enough of bad 
  People in a crazy world.

                                      Keith Garrett,

THE VIGILANTE

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                         THE VIGILANTE


  A peaceful man, calm was he with a smile so bright,


  Until they took his wife then his daughter's life.


  His world was turned inside out, nothing will be the same,


  His name is known within the business world, the nights 
  are his.

  A man who did have a family, now he takes the lives of 
  Them who take,

  His life is much different now, days of a regular citizen, 
  Nights of vengeance.

  He now lives within himself, with the pain he inflicts upon 
  The evil that brings pain,

  He is the vigilante, a good man who had enough of bad 
  People in a crazy world.

                                      Keith Garrett

A WALK IN THE FOREST

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                 A WALK IN THE FOREST


 The time is now, Autumn is alive with a different feeling,


  Darkness is longer in the morning, slowly the leaves are 
  Upon the ground.

  Plants and trees grow slower, nature never gives up on 
  The day,

  Animals are busy preparing as Winter is not far away, 
  Earlier the sun fades.

  A thought of a walk in the forest to escape for a moment, 
  everything,

  Tall trees that cover much of the sunlight that warms the 
  Land we wander.

  Leaves that have piled for many years make a sound beneath 
  These traveling feet,

  A walk in the forest, so many times I have dreamed of this 
  While trapped elsewhere.

  Quiet, yet not quiet, as there are sounds in a place as this 
  like there are no other,

  A walk in the forest, a dream that I have not yet discovered, 
  A reality discovered.

                               Keith Garrett

THANKSGIVING DREAM

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It came to me one morning as I listened to the sirens and noise,

Fall is here, Thanksgiving is coming soon and this is not the

The place to be.

My Thanksgiving dream is to get away to that special, little

Town of Peace,

Something out of a movie, going home where friends, and

Family, still live.

 Driving across the country to where memories wait for me,

You can see Fall,

When I arrive I can see many trees with leaves dropping

To the ground.

Supposed to be cold tonight, snow will be here soon, 

The days are short,

Here, family, and old friends gather for a Thanksgiving feast

And thoughts.

The night is quiet, a warm fire, watching the sun go down

With Autumn alive,

Tomorrow is the day, asleep tonight in my old room, I can

Hear the wind howl.

Morning light awakens me with the smell of food cooking

Downstairs,

Mom and Grandma in the kitchen, turkey in the oven,

And pies on the counter.

A cup of coffee, warm is the fire, outside on the porch

As cold is the morning,

This is Fall, back home for the holidays where the 

Seasons change.

Kids playing in piles of leaves, grateful for this day

That’s about to be,

Today at the table, together we sit, share, thankful

For this Thanksgiving dream.

Keith Garrett