THANKSGIVING DREAM

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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

PILGRIMS AND A FEAST

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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

THANKSGIVING WITH A STRANGER

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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

WHEN IT’S THANKSGIVING

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              WHEN IT'S THANKSGIVING


  To be thankful on such a day, as we awake 
  To peace in our homes,

  A warm fire in the morning, coffee, and 
  Possibly the paper to read.

   A parade is tradition each year in many 
   Places, turkey in the oven,

  Today will be most special as family will 
  Gather in places everywhere.

  A table with a feast, set to celebrate this 
  Occasion that began so far back,

  Different foods are shared throughout the 
  Land, favorites prepared.

  Ham, cranberry saucs, pumpkin pie, as well 
  As many other treats,

  A chance to get re-acquainted with family 
  And friends so long missed.

  When it's Thanksgiving there is another side 
  To the day, sad I'll say,

  Can we pray for the many homeless families, 
  Their stories we do not know.

  We can wish them well, but they need a helping 
  Hand to lift them up,

  To the soldiers out there away from family, 
  Wishing they were home safe,

   Let's remember, and think about them on this 
   Day, are they okay.

                 Keith Garrett

THIS THANKSGIVING

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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

THANKSGIVING MEMORIES,AND YOU, MOM

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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.

ONCE ON THANKSGIVING

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                     ONCE ON THANKSGIVING


  It was close to four hundred years ago, 
  This Story,
                                                    
  They traveled far across the water for a 
  new life.

  These English settlers laned at Plymouth 
  Rock,

  The first Thanksgiving happened in sixteen 
  Twenty One.

  It was not your today sit down supper, much 
  Different,

  Not a turkey, no cranberry or mash potatoes, 
   A Different feast.

  They would not have survived if not for help 
   From The Wampanoag Indians,

  The Winters were very hard, Today we have it 
  Much Easier, To be thankful.

  The first Thanksgiving lasted three days, duck 
   Was a Main course,

  The Wampanoag's leader's name was Massasoit, 
  Once On Thanksgiving.
                                                   Keith Garrett

A NEW WORLD

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                          A NEW WORLD


   Chances taken, sacrifices made, as they set 
   Sail for hope and a new life,

  Far across the sea, battling hunger and disease, 
  They traveled a dream.

  Not always was this a happy ending as many 
  Ships Of the time were lost,

  Hundreds of years ago, families and friends, 
   Those Seeking a better life, took a chance.

  Massive ships set course for unknown places, 
  Praying to conquer the ocean's hostility,

  The world was a mysterious and unknown 
   Piece of Work, still not understood.

  It would take much courage, and a voyage  
  More Complicated and rougher than imagined,

   Plymouth Rock would one day be seen, a new 
   World, This would be a land of new things.

  There would be much sickness, hardship, and 
  Survival Would be most difficult,

  They would settle, and slowly get to understand 
   The    Ways of the indian people.

  The first Thanksgiving is not clear, and no way to 
  Know how it really was,

  A new world it was, for those whom were from 
  Another land, and wanted change,

  Here's to a new world, and to all the
  Thanksgivings Before, and today.
                        Keith Garrett

PEACEFUL THANKSGIVING

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                     PEACEFUL THANKSGIVING


  Family, friends, and stranger's everywhere, it's two 
  Thousand and twenty five,

  To all of our family members who are not here this 
   Year, We think of them.

 Wherever they may be, in heaven or on far away 
  Missions To foreign lands,

  They may be where we don't ever want to be, and 
   We are Where they hope to be.

  To all those Thanksgiving memories with our relatives,
  Fathers and mothers,

  If we are so fortunate to spend this year with loved 
  Ones, Friends, and others, enjoy.

  A peaceful Thanksgiving, for just one day during this 
  Time Of turmoil in our world,

  Put away the guns, stop rioting in the streets, leave the 
  Anger behind, peace that we seek.

  A peaceful Thanksgiving, be with those whom may not
  Be Here on another day,

  love, life, and a piece of happiness, as our lives spin 
  Beyond What sorrow and pain we retain.
                                 Keith Garrett

THANKSGIVING EVERYWHERE

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        THANKSGIVING  EVERYWHERE

  I've been watching as Thanksgiving grows 
  Close Each year,

   There is a beauty, an ugliness that creeps in 
   with The season.

  Why is it that many stress, the look of it 
  appears On Their faces,

   Anger wanders about the streets as
   Happiness Does Not greet.

  Autumn does not guarantee a turkey, a 
  Home, or A clean day,

  A man's woes do not weaken and slip away 
  On a Holiday.

  Whether we are happy or sad, why can we 
  Not be glad for life?

  Thanksgiving everywhere, some who care 
   Even with Despair.

  We all have something to be thankful for,
   Grateful With a daily breath,

  Is it unfair when some don't care, pass 
  Them by With maybe a stare.

  It's easy to be thankful with more than 
  You need, Words seem easy,

  I saw a man sitting on a bench this day, a 
  Smile, and  Have a happy Thanksgiving.

  He was alone I could see, a hello, a five 
  Dollar bill that brought a tear and a smile 
  To me,
  Some passed him by as he was nothing 
  Without a Name, I remember his eyes,

  Thanksgiving everywhere, give a care, love 
  Need To be everywhere.

                                 Keith Garrett


                                                      


                                                           There is a beauty, an ugliness that creeps in with the season.


                                                         Why is it that many stress, the look of it appears on their faces,


                                                          Anger wanders about the streets as happiness does not greet.


                                                           Autumn does not guarantee a turkey, a home, or a clean day,


                                                               A man's woes do not weaken and slip away on a holiday.


                                                          Whether we are happy or sad why can we not be glad for life,


                                                          Thanksgiving everywhere, some who care even with despair.


                                                  We all have something to be thankful for, grateful with a daily breath,


                                                    Is it unfair when some don't care, pass them by with maybe a stare.


                                                    It's easy to be thankful with more than you need, words seem easy,


                                       I saw a man sitting on a bench this day, a smile and have a happy Thanksgiving,


                                 He was alone I could see, a hello, a five dollar bill that brough a tear and a smile to me.


                                          Some passed him by as he was nothing without a name, I remember his eyes,


                                                   Thanksgiving everywhere, give a care, love needs to be everywhere.


                                             Keith Garrett