For generations, it’s been said that if you come

Down here, then you can hear her voice moaning

In agony within the wind,

What happened to her is a tale that’s a mystery

As it is told. over and over through the years.

Some say that they have seen her ghostly presence,

She haunts the creek where she was possibly murdered.

Legend tells that many whom have been down here to

Find her,

Too hear her agonizing voice, have never been seen or

Heard from again.

Near the creek there’s a haunting fog that lives,

Something or someone visits there, a presence

Not at peace.

It lures those whom wander away into the darkness,

Don’t listen for the sound that waits,

Do not seek out this ghostly death,

Don’t go near the creek!

Keith Garrett

It lives but can not be seen

Haunted, but you do not know it,

You are seen.

Not in your dreams, a living nightmare,

You can hide, does it know where you are?

What does it look like, teeth or claws?

A tail that swings, feet as you’ve seen.

Is it an animal or just an evil being?

It can not be seen, is it because blindness

Is for you in-between.

Is it not to you human because of the nature

Of the beast,

It’s not human, Is it the monster in a man?

There is no big top, for the children, they do not entertain.

They do not run around with smiles of delight, not tonight.

They wear expressions of emotion, what is felt inside,

Tonight, faces of fear, they come out, come out from wherever

They are.

Halloween, when many unusual and terrifying events take place,

You look at them with smiles and frowns, are they clowns?

Perhaps their masks hide the evil terror waiting for you,

They sing and dance, but not this night, they wear your fright.

As daylight disappears and the dark of night settles, they stir,

Faces of fear are alive tonight as they come for you, just you.

Mask’s are worn, these are their pictures of doom, tonight.

a clown is a clown, but for them, it’s turned upside down,

Claws for hands, here in this Halloween land, now they dance.

Teeth are shown sharp and full by misfits always laughed at,

With a touch, with a haunting laugh, you will be what they are.

Your mask will be real, it will show all that you feel, your clown.

tonight, these are the demons who wear the faces you hide,

They follow you wherever you go, their gift to you is torment.

To you, the gift of hell and pain is from them, their mask is you,

Your nightmare is a clown, you awake a nightmare.

Keith Garrett

At one time, I’m sure he was a little boy,

scared by Demons, of his early world.

The sound of his name brings chills of fright,

to children everywhere as he haunts their lives.

Watch out! Watch out! for the boogey man,

He may be hiding under your bed if he can.

In the dark of your closet, he may be watching you,

Keep your feet in the bed, keep your closet closed.

The boogey man strikes on a dark, lonely street,

In shadows of the night, behind a standing tree.

Keep your blankets to your eyes, your curtains closed,

When you shut out your lights, will he be standing

In your room?

Look out for the man, he has a name of fear,

He’ll scare you to death, the boogey man is near.

Keith Garrett

At one time, I’m sure he was a little boy,

Scared by demons of his early world.

The sound of his name brings chills of fright,

to children everywhere, as he haunts their life.

Watch out! watch out! for the boogey man,

He may be hiding under your bed if he can.

In the dark of your closet, he may be watching you,

Keep your feet in the be, keep your closet closed.

The boogey night strikes, on a dark, lonely street,

In shadows of the night, behind a standing tree.

Keep your blankets to your eyes, your curtains closed,

When you shut out your lights, will he be standing

in your room?

Look out for the man, he has a name of fear,

He’ll scare you to death, the boogey man is near.

Keith Garrett

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I am everywhere and all the time,

Sometimes, maybe a nightmare for you,

A violent crime.

A car accident of horror, A family’s loss of life,

A plane crash in the ocean, on an October night.

I am a house on fire, a tragedy of fright,

Murder in the woods or a lightning strike.

Anger and bad thoughts are what I’m about,

You can’t hide from me because I am all around.

Bad things with two legs, bad things without sound,

I’m always a part of the news, I have a story to tell.

I’m a fight in the park, a lost soul never found,

Trick or treat on a Halloween night,

A knock on the door, bad things you may find.

Keith Garrett

Across the sky on the Fourth of July,

Bombs bursting into the night.

Echoing the sounds from long ago,

Independence is celebrated in the here and now.

Fighting for freedom on this land,

Dying for what they believed, as they made

Their stand.

To the men, women, and children who gave

their lives,

We honor that which was achieved back in a time.

Across the sea, they set sail,

To take from us but would not prevail.

In eighteen twelve came to us another fight,

They invaded our land by day and by night.

On our shore, the enemy approached,

With guns and swords ready to attack.

We fought this battle, many gave their lives,

for what they were doing was surely right.

Keith Garrett

in seventeen seventy- six, we took our stand, to

Fight a tyrant far away,

We were slaves, If we did not pay then they would take.

By the name of King George, He ruled from across the sea,

When we decided there would be no more, he sent an

army of ships to invade our shores.

Cannonballs into the air, gunfire and killing everywhere,

The sky lit up throughout the night.

A smell of gunpowder, we did not run from the fight,

Swords raised from the Redcoats hands.

Some of us would die, many would pay the price,

Proud to take that stand, once upon a time.

We pushed them back, these invaders from

A foreign land,

they turned and ran back home to a ruler far

From here.

Our flag was raised, we were free,

They would come again but we would bring

them to their knees.

Keith Garrett

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