Music, music everywhere, listen, listen

As it speaks, listen!

There’s a sound created in the wind, in

The air, listen!

Tis the season of magical dreams and

Wishes made possible,

Listen! Oh’ listen! as the spirit of the

season sings to mankind.

Winter brings about the cold, frosty

Snow, but a feeling of warmth,

Bells and chimes are heard through

Christmas cheer, music to the ear.

Listen! Oh’ listen! to the sound of

Love singing in the night, hear this,

Goodwill toward man is spoken with

All good deeds unselfish.

Bells and chimes, bells and chimes

Echo in time, listen inside,

Bells and chimes, listen! oh’ listen!

To the harmony of sound.

Merry Christmas! Keith Garrett

Snow-covered ground, with pine trees all

Around,

Bears of white, everywhere, logs of wood

Lying there.

Roaming deer, watching without fear,

Snowballs on the ground, big and round.

An elf that smiles, up in a tree,

Dressed in red, bells on his feet.

There’s a snowman, in the

Distance, he stands,

Cold as winter, in this fairytale

Land.

As the snow falls down, Santa

Claus walks the grounds,

Candles lit with colors, brightens

What’s around.

A Christmas scene, perhaps all in

A dream,

A child’s imagination, does your

Memory still see?

Keith Garrett

It came to me one morning as I listened to the

Sirens and noise,

Fall is here, Thanksgiving is coming soon, and

This is not the place to be.

My Thanksgiving dream is to get away to that

Special, little town of peace,

Something out of a movie, going home

Where friends and family still live.

Driving across the country to where

Memories wait for me, you can see Fall,

When I arrive, I can see many trees with

Leaves, dropping to the ground.

Supposed to be cold tonight, snow

will be here soon, the days are short,

Here with family, old friends gather

For a Thanksgiving feast and thoughts.

The night is quiet, a warm fire, watching

The sun go down with autumn alive,

Tomorrow is the day, asleep tonight

In my old room, I can hear the wind

Howl.

Morning light awakens me with the

Smell of food cooking downstairs,

Mom and Grandma In the kitchen,

Turkey in the oven, and pies on

The counter.

A cup of coffee, warm is the fire,

Outside on the porch, as cold, is

The morning.

This is Fall, back home for the

Holidays where the seasons change,

Kids playing in piles of leaves, grateful

For this day that’s about to be,

Today at the table, together we sit,

Share, thankful for this Thanksgiving

Dream. Keith Garrett

So long ago, they set sail for a new world,

Across the ocean, through storms and bitter

Cold.

Forgotten may be the fact that many men,

women, and children did not survive,

From sickness, they perished.

aboard ships, without medicine or even

A doctor, they sailed,

Did they even have enough food? how

Hungry did they grow?

Can we even imagine the hardships they

Encountered?

Plymouth Rock was a place they did land.

Seasons of cold or Springs when they

Planted,

Hard-working people with a chance If

To never give up.

A story is told that way back when

They befriended Indians,

Perhaps they sat down together for a

Feast, so beautiful.

So many seasons ago, Pilgrims and a

Feast,

they sat with a group of people, a long

Time ago,

In the East, a feast. Keith Garrett

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 will all learn, a stranger on

His 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

What is this occasion that we name Thanksgiving?

A time and place in the past where travelers of

Fall landed in a world unknown to them, a place

To learn.

These people, known as Pilgrims, lived a lifetime

Ago,

Settled in a land referred to as the New World.

Plymouth Rock, ships landed along the

unexplored shore,

Through hardship and bitter winter cold, these

Men and women persevered, they accepted

The challenge, they survived.

Learning as they did of a people different

Than they were,

Came together to learn and understand

One another.

Working as one, sharing what was grown

And hunted,

They lived each day, and they learned of each

Other.

This Thanksgiving, we slow down, pause for

A moment,

Give thanks for what we have, for our health,

For friends.

For those who love us, and the ones we love.`

Keith Garrett

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                      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 onto 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.