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                                                     

              THANKSGIVING MEMORIES

                         AND YOU, MOM

 Thinking back to many celebrations on a fall day,

 I don't recall those early life, turkey festivities

  Although many memories are gone with my mom,

 There are a few great memories and thoughts of 
 My own.
  I think back to a time when I was young, ten I believe,

  Yorba Linda was the scene, a family of many, 
 Back in a dream.
  Living in Yorba Linda, nineteen seventy-two, 
 Thanksgiving day,
  Cool and windy is a memory of a time when family 
 Was together.
  Memories of you, mom, young and full of life in a 
 Yorba Linda town,
 Early was a morning when you were the first up, turkey 
 In the oven.
So much to prepare, we didn't realize how much work 
 When we were young,
 Thanksgiving memories, days and meals shared as a family, 
 As a dream.
  Shadows and ghosts of children who once we were back 
  in a town,
  Thoughts of a mother who did have a life, a family once 
  Upon a time.
 Time seems to pass by in a flash, we were there and we are now,

  Thanksgiving memories, and you, mom, so many with you in 
  The kitchen.
  Kids running around, at times bothering you while you were 
  Busy.
  I always go back to Yorba Linda in my mind as it was my 
  Favorite home,
   Holiday memories, you won't be here this year to make new 
  Ones with us.
  We hold on to all the special thoughts and times we shared with 
  You, mom,
 Thanksgiving will be a little more quiet without your laughter 
  Or voice,
 Memories of you and Thanksgiving too, from once a child, I'll 
  Remember you.
   Keith Garrett, your son.

                     

                                  HER SOUL,

                       A THOUSAND YEARS OLD.


  Her face, a look that says she comes from a different place,


  A smile that lights up within a darkness, so young but old.


  She sings out with an operatic sound, mesmerizing to the ear,


  Into a state of wonder that will take you away, watch her eyes.  


  Appears does she as a little girl, maybe from a long ago world,


  Sings as if she has lived lifetimes, her voice echoes with years,


  It is that her soul could be that of a thousand years old.

                                              Keith Garrett


                                                     

                                 A NEW WORLD


 Chances taken, sacrifices made as they set sail for hope 
 And a new life,

  Far across the sea battling hunger and disease, they traveled 
  A dream.

  Not always was this a happy ending as many ships of the 
  Time were lost,

  Hundreds of years ago, families and friends, those seeking a 
  Better life took a chance.

Massive ships set course for unknown places, praying to 
 Conquer the ocean's hostility,

 The world was a mysterious and unknown piece of work, 
  Still not understood.

 It would take much courage and a voyage more 
 Complicated and rougher than imagined,

  Plymouth Rock would one day be seen, a new world, this 
  Would be a land of new things.

  There would be much sickness, hardship, and survival 
  Would be most difficult,

  They would settle and slowly get to understand the ways 
  Of the indian people.

  The first Thanksgiving is not clear and no way to really 
  Know how it really was,

  A new world it was for those whom were from another 
  Land and wanted change,

  Here's to a new world and to all the Thanksgivings before 
  And today.
                        Keith Garrett

                              PIECES OF TIME


  Our time as humans, animals, anything living loses time,


  All created things age with time, their are many quotes 
  About time.

 Time does get older but never does it go away, never backwards,


  A clock, a watch, the ancient sun dial that watched our day pass,


 An hourglass of sand, those which remind us always of  our time.


  Pieces of time, a memory thought of with long lost friends, 
  Older now,

  Pictures on a mantle, photographs and picture albums, dust coverd.


  Antiques, old relics lost with time, discovered within aging places, 


  Pieces of time, an old remembered house, friends that rest inside.

                                         Keith Garrett

                      QUIET DAY IN NOVEMBER


  Each November there is a tradition, a feast for a day,


  Appreciate and be thankful for what you think you don't 
  Have.
 
  So many lessons we have never learned in a country of anger,


  A fast paced life as we pass one another by, a face seen, a 
  Name not known.

  When will we stand together as they did so long ago in   
  Sixteen twenty one,

  Put all differences aside, racism, the color of skin, and all   
  Those crazy protests.

  Let's make it a quiet day in November, rest, be with your 
  Families, don't take for granted,

  Thanksgiving is easier, football games and a beer or possibly 
  A few drinks to think over.

  Enjoy your day as some can not have, eat more than you need

  As others don't have,

  A day of health and happiness is more than a material thing

  Wished upon to often.

  So let's have a quiet day in November, have some peace for 

  Just a while, anyway,

  The Autumn leaves are falling, just as they did hundreds of

  Years ago on a Fall day.   Keith Garrett
                                           












                               


                                  





                                        


                                            
                                                              

                    A FACE THAT LIES


 The devils eyes have a face that lies,


  It smiles at you with promises so false.


  Giving you gifts of sinful things,


  Changing your appearance, a picture of greed and evil.


  It taunts you into believing that bad is good,


  Material belongings are most precious, love not kind.


  Stand and be recognized, a face that lies,


  Don't stare in the eyes of what does not cry.


  Accept not a wish, not a gift from a demon spirit,


  Give not of yourself, in an instance he'll own your soul.


  A face that lies has many by his side,


  They walk as you walk, do not be fooled, this is no heavenly 
  Stroll to the sky

                                       Keith Garrett

                               

              A FACE THAT LIES


  The devils eyes have a face that lies,


   It smiles at you with promises so false.


  Giving you gifts of sinful things,


  Changing your appearance, a picture of greed and evil.


  It taunts you into believing that bad is good,
 

  Material belongings are most precious, love not kind.


  Stand and be recognized, a face that lies,


  Don't stare in the eyes of what does not cry.


  Accept not a wish, not a gift from a demon spirit,


  Give not of yourself, in an instance he'll own your soul.


  A face that lies has many by his side,


  They walk as you walk, do not be fooled, this is no heavenly 
  stroll to the sky.

                                           Keith Garrett