BENEATH THE AUTUMN SKY
From up so high life goes on down below, this is so,
It is seen from above, from the heaven where we are to go.
Beneath the Autumn sky everything lives and has its time,
There's a cycle of life, all things rotating as if it were a dance.
Watch as the leaves disappear from the trees, falling together,
They vanish, crumble and blow away with the wind always.
Beneath the Autumn sky there are colors of orange, yellow,
And red,
Shades of beauty that are here for a Fall season, they soon
slip away.
A cool breeze in the air, animals collecting food for a Winter cold,
Beneath the Autumn sky there is life moving as all things must die.
Keith Garrett
Author: Man of many thoughts
A STRANGER
A STRANGER
Cobwebs and tumbleweeds, traces of life and the past,
A forgotten road not so often traveled, not anymore.
Where do they go, the ones we once knew and walked with,
More and more they become ghosts, faded faces from
Yesterday.
Time slips away slowly into my tomorrow where my memories
Are found,
Friends are now strangers, strangers are now my friends.
There once lived a woman whom i did not know. she lived her
Life without me,
In her there was not a thought of me, for me she had no
Meaning.
This stranger that I had not met would someday be the love a
Man could not forget,
Like the wind forever blowing, she has drifted, a stranger I
Never knew,
Where did you go! where did you go! a stranger I love, a
Woman I'll never know.
Keith Garrett
THANKSGIVING WITH A STRANGER
November was here, colder than usual compared to many others,
This was to be a snow-filled holiday but it’s Thanksgiving again.
Today will also have an unexpected visitor not yet discovered,
From a great distance, this traveler will trek to change some lives.
Morning is here, it’s very cold as we all gather downstairs for coffee,
We send the kids out to get some wood to build a nice, warm fire.
It gets busy early with everyone preparing for this special day,
A stranger makes his way, while we take some things for granted
A lesson of importance we’ll all learn, a stranger on the way.
Walking the streets, a story to tell as the snow and cold are no friend,
A next meal, shelter over one’s head, with every step, a friend is close.
Within the warmth of this home, a day of thanks and love, out of the window.
A soul I did see, walking slowly under the snowing sky, that could be me.
Invited in was this person with no place to be, an identity to be seen,
A story was told, appreciated what we did not see, Thanksgiving
Keith Garrett,
Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
A SMALL HOUSE
A SMALL HOUSE
Along the banks of a river, is home,
Apple trees and hills of grass live here.
A small house for a family of people,
Food on the table and a fire burning warm.
Sitting on the porch, a fiddle in hand I am,
A pipe to smoke is an evening kind of thing.
Horses are down for the night, children in our sight,
Nineteenth century life is quite a fight.
A small house is all we need to believe,
Hopes and dreams are seen as far as our eyes can see.
Keith Garrett
THANKSGIVING WITH A STRANGER
THANKSGIVING WITH A STRANGER
November was here, colder than usual compared to many others,
This was to be a snow-filled holiday but it’s Thanksgiving again.
Today will also have an unexpected visitor not yet discovered,
From a great distance, this traveler will trek to change some lives.
Morning is here, it’s very cold as we all gather downstairs for coffee,
We send the kids out to get some wood to build a nice, warm fire.
It gets busy early with everyone preparing for this special day,
A stranger makes his way, while we take some things for granted
A lesson of importance we’ll all learn, a stranger on the way.
Walking the streets, a story to tell as the snow and cold are no friend,
A next meal, shelter over one’s head, with every step, a friend is close.
Within the warmth of this home, a day of thanks and love, out of the window.
A soul I did see, walking slowly under the snowing sky, that could be me.
Invited in was this person with no place to be, an identity to be seen,
A story was told, appreciated what we did not see, Thanksgiving with a stranger.
Keith Garrett,
Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
THANKFUL EACH DAY
To sit around the table as this is that time of year,
A feast for all, to enjoy family and all of this set before you.
As we each one at a time take turns speaking of our thanks,
For this day and that which we have and are grateful now.
What about tomorrow, what about not only Thanksgiving,
Can we understand that our days are most precious?
Let’s be thankful for our health and the health of our family,
Every day we must love each other, forgive, and take hands.
Thankful for each moment that we have life, see the sunshine,
Thankful each day if we live without pain, happiness, not hate.
Keith Garrett
BEFORE AND AFTER
BEFORE AND AFTER
There was a time when I was not here,
No thoughts, no name or Identity were mine.
I had no pain or sorrow, not a thing for me to know,
Where was I before I became me, somewhere waiting?
A time will come when I am no longer here, will I have
Thoughts?
A name remembered, my Identity will not be this body
Or mind,
Again there will be no pain or sorrow, I will be somewhere
Else,
Before and after, heaven bound, where was I before my
First sound?
Keith Garrett
THANKFUL
THANKFUL
In our lives, there are many obstacles or struggles,
We all have our own fight, that to survive.
Taking care of our children and ourselves,
Tired each day as we pick ourselves up to the challenge.
We can focus on the stress and feel ill,
To think about our losses, that which we don't have.
As this year, another year comes to an end,
As Thanksgiving grows closer, think about blessings.
Thankful is the thought, what I'm thankful for,
To this point in my life, I have my health.
Thank God as I've been worried,
My sons and daughter are all healthy, a blessing.
In my life, I have again found love, she comes from
A lifetime ago, Yorba Linda days.
There is food on the table, a roof over our heads,
As many are without jobs it is that I am fortunate
Even though all is not the way I want.
I am alive, I am thankful,
As Fall is here and Thanksgiving is near,
Let us all take the time to be thankful for all
That's in our lives.
Keith Garrett
ON THANKSGIVING DAY
ON THANKSGIVING DAY
Morning, as I open my sleepy eyes, the sun doesn’t shine,
A cool, breezy, Autumn day, the sky is heavy, and snow is on its way.
This is to be a most unusual morning as something special is to be,
On Thanksgiving day, a visitor a visitor will make his way to our door.
It’s been felt through the night while I slept, not a dream to be,
A miracle, a feeling of a most special gift on this thankful day.
He’s coming! I thought of him all week, how will this man appear
To me,
I’ve prayed and prayed that my wish for this day would be answered.
Is it possible that he can be as he once was when I sat on his lap
As a child,
It’s about that time, there will be no knock, I will not see him but
He will be.
The wind is blowing all around, there will be no sound,
The moment is now,
The door I open, you are here, on Thanksgiving day, I feel
You everywhere.
Keith Garrett
A WAND OF MAGIC
A WAND OF MAGIC
In hand, a wand would make me a magic man,
Not even a word and crime would disappear.
I could stop time, rid the world of trash or pollution,
Take away the sick waters of rivers and oceans.
Murder on our land would be stopped with a hand,
The ill would be no more, cancer but a memory.
I could run fast or jump high,
A tear would be one less for all of mankind.
The cruel slaughter of creatures in the world,
With a wave from my hand, this would end.
A wand of magic need not be that of evil,
For love and good, the hand that holds this wand.
A wand of magic is not to be real,
We can wish, hope, and pray, that it all goes away.
Keith Garrett
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