LIKE A SOLDIER ON THE MARCH

Around the perimeter, he keeps his watch,

Making sure things are in order and protected from loss.

He travels and moves across the terrain,

Keeping an eye on his company’s valued cargo.

A right hand man whom reports to those above,

Loyal and dependable, through the years he serves.

He’ll walk, he’ll talk to you and listen,

Keep moving your feet or you’ll be missing.

A smile on his face, not an unreasonable man,

To the point, he will get, in his mind a vision.

Twenty four seven, he’s a company man,

Have to admire fore he takes his stand.

Keith Garrett

THE BRADY BUNCH

It started In September nineteen sixty nine, I remember I was seven,

When It appeared on television I recall thinking why are there nine

Boxes with people In them staring all around, up and down, over forty years.

The peppermint trolley company singing, here’s the story of a lovely lady,

Ending with that’s the way we became the Brady bunch, If you were a kid then.

Later the kids singing and of course growing and changing with the years,

I remembering wishing I was In that family, going to bed after watching It when

I was young, hoping I would have a dream about the show as I drifted off to sleep.

I had only one dream as I was a bit older, the kids from the show were walking on

My street In Yorba Linda on their way to my house, I thought It was real until I awoke.

It was and still Is a show that can take away your worries for just a short time,

Their problems were almost fun, If I could only have Greg’s problems for the year.

Their worst days were my best, the house was always so peaceful no matter the chaos,

Alice the housekeeper was pretty comical as you would never see this In a maid.

She was like family as she was Involved In their everyday world, she went on trips,

If she was hurt or sick then the family took care of her just like everyone else.

I remember the very first Brady Bunch show when Mike and Carol were getting Married,

They were all so young Just as I was, the day It all began, a dog named Tiger, a cat, fluffy.

Now they were one family from two, the boys’ mother had died, nothing said about the girls’ father,

Fluffy was gone with the blink of an eye, tiger was with them for a while, nothing said about where he went.

Never another word about the boy’s mom or the girls’ father throughout the series, now the Brady bunch,

I believe the last time together was Greg’s graduation, later on, the kids would come home to again.

Many adventures for the Brady’s, their first fishing trip together as a family, the Grand Canyon,

Hawaii was a great three part show that I’ll always remember, there was the Cincinnati, Amusement park trip.

The Brady Bunch never stops, It Is televised In many parts of the world, never out of syndication,

The cast of the Brady bunch was close then and over forty years they are as a real family, amazing and a gift.

I don’t think there was another show ever made like the Brady bunch, through decades children whom

have grown Into adults that watched them when they started still watch, new generations of children watch.

If you say the phrase the Brady bunch whether or not you are a fan It’s almost certain most people know

whom you are speaking about, It may not be the greatest show but It Is the greatest known show there Is.

The Brady bunch with Mike, Carol, Alice, Greg, Marcia, Peter, Jan, Bobby, and Cindy Is a show never forgotten.

I remember when Cousin Oliver joined the show, I thought he was a funny, adorable, kid who needed something.

He felt like he didn’t belong as he just wanted everyone to like him, He, Bobby, and Cindy had much mischief to

get into. It was a short stay for Oliver as the show had ended in nineteen seventy four

As I still watch them today I can remember many years ago when I was at the age of seven, the beginning of the Brady Bunch.

The Brady Bunch, wherever you are thanks for a most warm hearted show, beginning and ending more than forty years ago.

Keith Garrett

LIGHTNING

Lightning strikes in many ways,

When bad is done from a humans hands,

Lightning strikes, you get what you give.

Whether it be of evil or meanness, a message from God,

Lightning strikes hard,

A message, will you understand.?

Lightning strikes the hand of the not so kind man,

Destruction and life taken,

A mysterious force touches this land.

Keith Garrett

LIGHT THROUGH DARKNESS

To our lives, there does exist a different darkness,

When the light of day disappears there is dark of night,

Lasts does it as we slumber until the morning light.

We see the light through darkness as we awake once more,

Darkness of another kind can fill the heart and mind.

Fall into a darkened world through pain and many hurts,

We pray for peace and strength to bring ourselves back,

Step into the light through darkness, we are home again.

Keith Garrett

LIGHT IN THE WINDOW

Each night as the sun goes down, darkness visits a sleepy town,

A usual stroll through the streets brings peace before dreams.

What’s noticed from a man’s eyes within the blackness is a window,

A dark building shows off the faint light that glows from behind a shade.

As I pass by every night along my route of walking I wonder about the light,

Who might be there beyond the walls surrounding this one and only window?

Always seems so quiet, could there be laughter or singing on the other side,

Someone quietly reading a book, dreaming of what’s out there in the world,

Beyond their window, do they wonder of things that are a mystery to them?

Is there a possible sadness that wanders around inside, whom might hide,

A name must be attached to a soul with a life, only a light in the window is seen.

Keith Garrett

LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL

Some walk in darkness and that doesn’t have to be a blind man,

What consumes a soul may be of danger or unhappiness.

Sickness in the world, so much is discovered,

Body or mind, scars of time are worn on the inside.

We all want what we think is needed,

There’s nothing wrong with living in happiness.

Material desires, beautiful things to be surrounded with,

A man or woman works hard for what is earned.

In the end, just keep a thought that there’s no taking it with you,

As a whole, we are squeezing every bit of energy and life,

This place we call home is being poisoned in every way.

Whose in charge of its healing,? we are,

The light at the end of the tunnel is our eternal peace.

Keith Garrett

LIFE ITSELF

It started for us each our own day, a life ahead in our own way,

We carve a path, a road we make to walk that ends when God will say.

Life itself is so incredible, mysterious, with laughter and tears along the way,

What are we supposed to learn as we go from childhood and beyond long lost days?

We say hello and then a day comes to say goodbye, In between it is we who share our lives,

We cry when we are happy, tears are shed upon our faces when a goodbye is said in many ways.

The cycle carries on as we grow from a child and watch as our children become adults, we get older,

Our parents go from what was once younger to a place of fragileness then disappear into eternity.

Our children have children as we slowly follow a certain path, someday too again join family,

Why is it we have to be saddened by so many different goodbyes throughout this gift of a life?

Keith Garrett

LIFE AGAIN

I begin again, standing here in front of a blank sign post,

A new road to travel, take a first step down a path unknown.

Chances are many and I’ll find my way beyond this piece of life,

More is there as I travel down this road into the rest of my life.

Dreams continue as I let go of what is now a yesterday of emotion,

Life again, places and things to be discovered again, life again is new.

LET THE BROKEN HEART LOVE AGAIN

Piece by piece, searched for and gathered Into a lonely pile,

Many moons’ rising and sunsets’ past, wanting of love once more.

A heart broken but mends’ as one seeks to again hold her In his arms’,

A kiss that waits’ for that special one, a love that once was, his love.

Let the broken heart love again, waste not the love that Is, she Is,

Let her heart love once again, a man who says’ no goodbyes.

Take these two hearts’ and let their beats’ cry out a warm felt sound,

Listen as the wind laughs’ through the hills’, hear their life’s’ song.

You’ve enriched a life with your presence, this moment In time,

Carry those encouraging lessons’ of care and love until his end.

You are there as you are also here, always In a prayer,

You live In his heart, let him be In yours’.

Keith Garrett

LET ME PRETEND

I am somewhere else, far away from this,

The only sound is of birds in the trees happily.

The crime filled streets and sirens are not with me,

There are no voices of thought to ruin my day I say.

Everything is much louder in the real world today,

Peace seems like a rare, lost, gift that will never be again.

Let me pretend that I am not here where there lives trash and fear,

A little bit better, just for a moment, let me pretend.

Keith Garrett