1969

I was a child in 1969, I had not 
A vlue of the world,
              
I knew of certain things, those of 
Which I lived through.

Riding my bike and a deadly Halloween
Night,that's right,

I remember all that I did as a kid, a 
Lifetime ago, and a family.

Vietnam was a reality, and I was 
Protected by my childish world,

 Butch Cassidy, and the Sundance kid, 
 Clint Eastwood was the man.

 Raindrops keep falling on my head, 
 Simon and Garfunkel were grand,                                    
                                      
  Scooby Doo, and all of the colorful  
  Cartoons that I knew, I think of you.

 Baseball with the miracle mets, Bill  
 Russell, and the champion Celtics,

 Joe Namath with his Guarantee, the Jets  
beat the Colts, Charles Manson and history.

 The Innocence of the Brady Bunch, walk on 
The moon.Led Zeppelin and a tune,

 1969 was the year when love and innocence 
 were mixed with my day.

           Keith Garrett

A long ride, not much in between,

Upon a quiet, deserted town, I came.

Not a soul in sight, a breeze echoes

Through this place,

Many different sounds as If people

Lived.

Only ghosts of a town that once had

Breath,

The back and forth clanging of an

Open jailhouse door.

A saloon sign creeks as it swings

In the wind,

I can almost feel those who once

Were here.

Only dust walks these streets,

This town that died,

I’ll stay here for the night,

I’ll be alright.

The only thing that will be

my company are a horse and

Tumbleweeds.

Keith Garrett

Watching the kids throwing snow

Balls in the cold,

Snow falling down, clapping their

Hands, joyful sounds.

Sleds and saucers, laughter rings

Through the day,

I am here as I am shown the greatest

Time a child may have.

Making a snowman come to life, snow

Angels upon the ground,

Watching their dreaming eyes wish

Upon a star, a lifetime ahead.

Like looking back in time, when the

Magic was more alive, It fades,

The greatest time is watching

Children fly with no scars to hide.

Keith Garrett

When the snow falls, I watch your

Expression, you glow,

You see the falling snow, I see your

Eyes sparkle, a smile shown.

Your eyes are closed as the cold wind

Is upon you, you are seen,

You feel the wind, the wind is beautiful

But not so beautiful as you.

Winter is here, we are all a part of It,

We share this season,

Winter brings the cold to you, together

We are warmer than the cold.

I love winter with you as we share the

Beauty of all that the season brings,

I love you when I see all the emotion

These wonderful things do for you,

I love winter, I love you, and all the

Things together we do.

Keith Garrett

From Mississippi, born quite some

Time ago,

The name of Elvis will be forever

Known.

Gospel music, he could sing very well,

Growing up in a town where the poor

Would dwell,

He loved his Mother, to her, a song he

Would sing.

Noticed by a man named Sam, to a boy,

Fame this would bring,

Moving on to Memphis, a place in Tennessee,

A mansion known as Graceland, now the home

For he.

Always nearby, on him an eye they keep,

Called the Memphis Mafia, is who they would

Be.

A show he puts on in such places, so well

Known,

All over the world, his legend has grown.

When his time came, the lord made his

Visit,

Away, Elvis went with him, to the music

We still listen.

Keith Garrett

There’s a right and wrong way of thinking on certain issues,

We should all know right from wrong.

Good versus evil is a way we choose to be,

Think before you act, in an instance lives are changed.

There are two roads to walk, two roads of thought,

Choose the right road and possibly an easy stroll.

the wrong road, a good chance in a cage you’ll go.

When acts of horrible violence are from the mind, planned,

Reasons why matter not to those shattered families who

Remain standing in a blood-stained land.

Analyzed theories about who did it and why, don’t

Take away the tears from a mother’s eyes,

Raising your children, being in their lives.

The signs of trouble are there, don’t close your eyes,

Two roads to travel in a person’s thought-filled mind.

it seems so simple, why do so many have to die?

Keith Garrett