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There are so many words of love that I want to say to you,

And special deeds to please your heart that I would like to do.

There are so many wishes and so many dreams to share,

And all the other ways to tell how much I truly care.

And I could buy you presents, dear and promise you the moon,

And I could fashion you a song around a perfect tune.

But all I ever think about is just to let you know,

That I adore you every day and it is really so.

That you mean more than every breath and all the atmosphere,

And I could never be more sure and never more sincere.

I only have one life to live and I want to live it with you,

I only have one heart to give and I want to give it to you.

The years that are gone won’t ever return, the years ahead are precious and few,

So since I only have one life to live, I want to live it with you.

Leon Russell Garrett

My father

NO THOUGHTS TODAY

Not a poem do I write this day, not a thought to display,

I have not much to say, written words are few, what can I say.

My mind seems a bit tired, weary am I from a few years of war,

I’m thinking but all is scrambled, trying too hard is a tiring job.

Some projects, working in the yard will be of peace as I wonder,

I’m sure that I will come back here and visit as the day moves on.

No thoughts today as I set my mind at ease, disappear into a quiet place,

I need to breathe easy and take myself away but I will return soon,

No thoughts today, as you may read, I have not much to say.

Keith Garrett

A BOAT LOST

Slowly floating, adrift in waters so calm,

Why does it have no travelers, alone?

Fog and mist surround this shape of wood,

Where has it been, where does it travel.?

No answers does it give to questions,

Drifting, slowly drifting to a place of nowhere.

Keith Garrett

NATURAL WONDERS

Way up high upon the mountain I stand watching,

In many directions, I can see, since all things created.

This and all mountains of the world are an amazing sight,

A story for each one, many pages written since the beginning.

See far I do across the world at the oceans, the seven seas of beauty,

A mystery below the waters, so many discoveries yet to come.

From here the deserts are a wonderful sight, from here day and night,

The wonders that live together understand each other throughout time.

The sky and all that is far beyond is seen and dreamed from where I am,

Natural wonders have been thought of and created by a being most powerful.

Keith Garrett

” SHE’ S A DREAMER”

She sits’ under a clear starry night sky,

Praying to the night, wishing, just wishing.

Flowers’ all around this beauty of the night,

Long flowing hair with a body so nice, she.

She’s a dreamer, alone but peaceful, never lonely,

She’s a dreamer, happiness lives within this princess.

Keith Garrett

MYTHICAL TALES

Castles of knights so long ago, a far off land, a sword in a stone,

Dragons that fly across the sky, fire they breathe, burns the night.

Wizards dressed in robes of black, stars and moons on their backs,

Spells from a book, potions brewed up special in a pot of fire so black.

Sorcerer’s that cast upon the land an evil presence of giants so bad,

Legends of stories told from times of so old, kings and queens, guillotines.

Mythical tales and magical scenes only dreamed from minds of fairytale stories,

Possibly, Imaginations so real that just maybe once upon a time in another world.

Mythical tales from generation to generation, a place of old England,

Were there things once so real turned to tales and not believed again.

Keith Garrett

MYTHICAL GHOSTS
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In our minds do they live, exist only in our dreams,

Gaze out into the night, beyond the stars in the dark.

Remember as a child you would put a tooth under your pillow,

As you slept a fairy would visit and replace it with riches.

Mother nature we do not see as a mortal but live within her,

She is known by all with the changing seasons of time.

As you drift off into slumber it is he whom watches over,

A man whom possesses a dreaming sand for a believer.

Grants does he the gift of love so fine from an arrow,

Only Imagine this ghost fore he is forever cupid.

He’s as old as the universe, he’s of the beginning,

He knows of life, the name is father time.

A cold sort of spirit, he exists from a myth,

When the freeze of night comes, lives does Jack Frost.

Eggs in a basket, colored and decorated for a child,

Jelly beans and treats from an Easter bunny not seen.

Last but not least, a jolly old man with a beard so white,

He gives to the world on Christmas Eve, Santa Claus.

MY THOUGHTS OF YOU

The hours that I spend alone are lonely,

It is true but they are always bearable because I think of you.

They can not be the same as when I look into your eyes,

And yet they help to lift my soul and brighten all the skies.

There is no thought or vision that can ever take your place,

Or photograph to substitute for your endearing face.

There is no song as soothing or a memory so sweet,

As just to listen to your voice whenever we may meet.

But there are times when we must part and a dream must do,

And then I gather comfort from my loving thoughts of you.

The end   My father, Leon Russell Garrett

MY NAME IS KEITH,

I AM STRONG!

I’ve been through challenges that have tested me,

There’s no choice to give up, this I can see.

There are those whom may try to weaken my spirit,

Keep on going is what I’ll do fore my mind will not hear of it.

I am a man and a good person too,

Nothing can keep me down, strong am I each day through.

Too better myself is how I will win,

I survive every day because my name is Keith and I am strong.

Keith Garrett

MY HOMETOWN

Nineteen sixty two is when my life began,

Born in the Winter in a snowy Eastern land.

Amesbury, Massachusetts so far from where I am,

The past comes to visit me, memories of a man.

A mother, a father, one still lives on,

Father of a child went away while I was young.

I think of a home, a place in the snow,

Icicles hanging from the roof, a snowman standing tall.

Batman, on a small bike I did ride,

Snow covered branches, lightning in the sky.

Building blocks of many shapes and colors,

A monsters head rests on my dresser, Herman was his name.

Names I remember, where are they now,

A best friend by the name of Proventure, Donnie it was you.

Bonnie was his sister, Hamilton’s I recall,

Two brothers, Johnny and Jimmy, a sister I now know.

A hill by the name of Poe or pole, a dream in the snow,

Grapes on the vines, tree branches below,

My hometown of Amesbury, so long ago.

Keith Garrett