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
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
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
HAPPY FATHERS' DAY
DAD
I think of you often, memories are great,
Remember when they weren't memories but real?
Wow! Dad, you left and went away so many Fathers'
Days ago,
Part of me went with you back when I was a child at
Only seven.
You have been loved forever, If this time on Earth is how
you're measured,
Another Fathers' Day Dad, a most happy one to you, peace
Always.
Love you, Dad
Keith
When we think of Memorial Day, what is it to us,
Is it the looked to barbecues with friends?
Maybe the beach and lying in the sun,
Going to the park with our children, relaxing.
Is it watching movies, drinking cold beer
For the day,
Going away camping, forgetting the troubles
In our way.
My father traveled the oceans, sailed the seven seas,
A navy man in the Korean war, his journal tells me
Of all the places, lands where he would be.
i hold in my possession the poetry he wrote on
A ship in a time of war,
The things I have to remember him ar not just
In a wooden box, they are stored in my heart.
When the sounds of planes, jets, or what flies
On Memorial Day, Listen carefully for the ones
You love, miss, or lost, think of them today.
For those who are lost, missing, who gave their lives
For what they believed, pray for all of them, the
Thousands of family members who rest together in
Heaven. Keith Garrett
WHEN THE CLOCK STOPS
It measures our time, an hourglass in our mind,
All are not equal, not the same amount of sand.
A timepiece which shows our days, hour by hour,
With the sun we plan our existence minute by minute.
Everything is measured from the creation of time,
When the clock stops we drift into a consciousness of
Another kind.
Keith Garrett
LEPRECHAUN
A small, mischievous, Elf, dressed in green attire,
Belts of black, boots perhaps of the same color.
From Irish folklore, it has been said they have been
,
Seen roaming the Irish countryside, these wee folk.
Members of a clan, they invaded Ireland, banished to
Live underground,
Standing only two to three feet tall, these devious
Characters.
Quick witted, Intelligent, they evade capture from humans.
They live in underground caves with entrances or a hollow
Trunk of a fairy tree.
It is said that wishes of three have been granted to some
That leave them to be,
They are known for their love of Irish music and dance,
Instruments played.
Tin whistle, the fiddle, Bodhran, and the Irish harp, a look
With beards and pipes,
Shoemakers they are, believed because of all the dance
They do,
To catch one of the wee folk is nearly impossible as they are
Smart with magical powers.
Vanish into thin air they can, a pot of gold is a most possible
Dream,
You'll hear an Irish Leprechaun before you'll ever see one,
They have a fondness for drinking Irish Poitin, catch one if
You can.
Happy St. Patricks Day,
Keith Garrett
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