WHITE MOUNTAINS

They stand so high, above water so,

Cold and Icy,

Layered with white, powdery snow

Stretched for miles.

Clouds rest over this land of winter

And such a quiet peace,

Although the wind blows across the

Chilly water, and lonely mountain tops.

There are slopes of wet snow

That melt and flow down into a lake,

When the sun shines on it,

Sparkles like shiny glass.

Icicles hang from ridges that have

Lived for some time,

Formed over centuries, and in

Time,

Beautiful mountains, these

White mountains.

Keith Garrett

WATCH THE WIND

                WATCH THE WIND   


  The trees dance and sing, they speak, 


  Swaying back and forth, up above.

  Leaves, and many material things are 
  Swept away, through the streets,
                     
   See the windows shake to what moves.

  Grass is like a flowing wave,

  There's a presence that moves.

  The sea crashes against the rocks,

  It's a force that drives its course.

  There lies within the eyes, a picture,

  From all that it does, a form exists,

  Watch the wind, see it travel, watch the 
  Wind.
          Keith Garrett

THE GIFT OF LOVE AND PEACE

December is upon us once again,

A new year will soon arrive,

We all have inside, our own struggles

And fears in life, faith comforts.

I’ve learned to count my losses

Instead of that which rests in front

Of me.

Many wonderful people and great

Things have been shown to me, now.

The scars we carry, but the pain drifts

Away it seems, sorrow fades,

Is my fight or challenge any greater

Or less than another’s?

A picture says a thousand words,

Tonight, frozen in time, a memory,

You all are here, each one of you

Creates this moment, I am blessed.

Faces of old do not visit this place,

Different smiles shine tonight,

The gift of love is taken for granted,

Not easily earned, disappears.

The choice is ours to love or hate,

On this night, let your love be known,

There is one life that we have to live,

Much to the world we may give.

Peace is a desire for all of mankind,

Peace lives amongst us tonight,

The gift of love and peace is a precious

Treasure not to be taken for granted,

A gift from heaven, a gift from God.

Keith Garrett

WHEN MIDNIGHT STRIKES FOR CHRISTMAS

It’s getting late, in their homes, trees are

Standing guard,

Lights of many colors, bright and flashing,

A fire, burning.

Children are asleep, cozy in their beds with

Dreams in their heads,

Chilly and cold is the outside, snow falling

Down to a layer of white.

This is the night, watch the sky, and maybe

A sleigh and reindeer flying by,

The man in red, making his way across the

World with Rudolph leading the way.

When midnight strikes for Christmas as the

Decorated streets become empty, and the

Night goes to sleep, there may be a light

High in the sky, heaven’s light,

See with your heart, the angels dancing

To the sounds of musical harps of many.

From here to there, we celebrate life,

And everlasting life in a world beyond,

When midnight strikes for Christmas,

All is calm, peaceful, and love shines.

Keith Garrett



     

ALL IS CALM

The sun goes down, the eve of Christmas

Is now,

Dinner is done, to bed go the waiting

Children.

A soft, warm fire crackling in the dark,

Drinks shared by two, music on the radio.

Lights from the tree are flashing colorfully,

It’s warm inside as it is cold outside.

The streets are getting quiet, peace in

The homes,

Thoughts of a year passing, thoughts

Of you.

All is calm on a most wonderful night,

On the couch, we sit together, arms

Around you,

Thankful is the word.

Keith Garrett

THINGS OF THE COLD

An icy-covered lake skated on,

Snow is falling down, there is not

A sound.

A winter wind, blowing against

The skin,

A river of water that does not end.

Rain in the night, cold coming down,

Hail from the sky, hitting the ground.

A snowman dressed, standing alone,

Icicles hanging from rooftops, things

Of the cold.

A room without heat, fog, and sleet,

Things of the cold, Winter weather

With no shoes on your feet.

Keith Garrett

A SIMP;E CHRISTMAS

              A SIMPLE CHRISTMAS


   Winter and Christmas, such a beautiful time 
   Of year,


   It seems to bring out the best and worse in 
  Peopls.


  Nerves are shot, stress is at its highest, anger 
  Is strong,


  A simple Christmas is a most wonderful kind 
  Of all.


  A warm fire in the night, dinner always cooking 
  Is a sight,


  A tree of color, lit up in the dark, candles 
   Glowing, love is growing.


  A roof over your head, a warm drink. and some 
  Treats Before a warm bed,


  Time with the ones you love, Good night, and a 
   Thank You to God above.
                                 Keith Garrett

RUDOLPH

I have lived many lifetimes, born

Far away,

In the snow, a dream place, the

North Pole.

I live in a village where magical

Things are alive,

There is a team of reindeer

That I will guide beyond the

Night.

Once a year, for so many, I

Have lost count quite a while

Ago,

The man in red sits at the reins,

As I guide him across the sky.

I have seen it all, been everywhere

Where children laugh and cry,

My name is Rudolph, watch for me

In the sky,

On the eve of Christmas, I fly.

Keith Garrett

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Christmas for me is the greatest time

Of the year,

It doesn’t change the world or its

Problems.

Our problems or worries don’t

Disappear in December,

You don’t have to let the holidays

Get you down at all.

I take December as a break to enjoy

And reflect on the good that’s in my

Life, I am in good health, a few aches

And pains,

A roof over my head, food on the

Table each night, a warm bed to

Rest my head.

A few luxuries, such as a fireplace

And a shower, clothes on my back,

I have my own stress and worries in

Life, but they can’t consume me as I

Celebrate.

There’s much to be thankful for,

Light some candles, decorate,

Appreciate family and friends,

There’s something to find within

The winter months.

Christmas is once a year, raise a

Glass and find something to cheer

About,

Pray for those who are less fortunate,

Those without a home, less than you

Have.

Merry Christmas and a better New

Year, for all. Keith Garrett

AT THE VILLAGE

The snow is falling in a faraway place,

It’s close to Christmas, so much to do

Here.

Getting ready for his trip around the

Globe,

The man in red, resting at the North

Pole.

At the village, elves are making toys,

The reindeer are eating, preparing

For their voyage.

Snowmen are alive, in their winter dress,

The smell of Gingerbread, candy canes,

And eggnog.

Christmas Eve is here in the village

My dear,

A jolly old man and his reindeer.

Set are they, for their flight

Across the sky,

A ho! ho! ho! from Santa as they

Are on their way.

Keith Garrett