1943 NICKEL


   A nickel I came upon, old is its age,


   Dirty and worn, 1943 had a name.


   When it was made, which first pocket did hold,


   A celebrity of movies or a farmer tired at night.


   Could it have been the great Joe Dimaggio, 


   As time went by possibly a singer or Olympian.


  A little boy had a nickel in his pocket, grew did he,


  A famous writer he became, a 1943 nickel, where 
  Could it be?

  Beyond seventy years this silver looking coin has traveled,


  Today it rests with me, who held onto it in 1943?

      Keith Garrett

                                       EASTER  BUNNY


  Where does he come from, this figure of folklore, 



  A symbol of Easter from many generations ago.



  This rabbit that brings Easter eggs during the night,



  Also called the "Easter Hare" Sometimes shown 
  Wearing clothes.


  As legend tells, he carried colored eggs in a basket, 
  Candy, and toys,


  To the homes of children who were good and obedient.



  Easter bunny, Easter bunny, I thought of you during the 
  night,


  A gift to me of a colorful Easter Basket, by morning's 
  Light.
             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

   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 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. Patrick's Day,

                                 Keith Garrett

                            YOU WERE MOM


  I can't quite remember when I first opened my eyes,


   From that moment you were always by my side, mother 
  Of mine,

  You held me when I was hungry, fed me as I drifted 
  Back to sleep,

  Made me feel secure, washed me and made sure I was 
  Always clean.

  When I woke from a scary dream, it was you who took away
  My fearful dreams,

  You were there when I was down, near and always around, 
  You were mom.

  You taught me about the things that I should know, about 
  The world as I would grow,

  You were a friend, companion, but most of all, you were my 
  Mother, you were mom.
                        
  Memories I will never forget, I would trade them all for 
  One more day, you went away,

  I will see you again in a different kind of land, you were 
  Mom, Thanks for all that you were.
                                       Keith 

                     BACK TO YESTERDAY


  There was a place, many places of my yesterday,


  Far back in a place of snowy woods, a child so young.


  Superman, batman, bicycle, and a tree swing once was,


  Remembering the summer sun where a small boy would run.


  Back to yesterday, another town to roam around, I found,


  Headed for the future as my thoughts travel to a yesterday,


  As life and time move ahead, cobwebs are more where I began.


  I have moved, aged in a few different ways, tomorrow always 
  has a yesterday,

  My eyes open to a miracle morning, miracle being another day.

                                       Keith Garrett

                     100 YEARS FROM TODAY



  Yesterday, what we see as hundreds of years ago is gone,


  History it is to us, read about in books of long lost times.


  The days are always moving along, we do take for granted 
  The morning,

  The setting sun is a most spectacular sight, heading into 
  The night.

  Here where we stand may still be standing, another will 
  Be standing,

  100 years from today, the world that we know will have 
  much changed.

  Just as we wonder what life was like back in a time of 
  Cowboys, And pioneers, 

   Tomorrow's people will also wonder and read about our 
  Time and place.

  100 years from today we will be a part of history, others 
  Will be amazed,

  Just as we are amazed and dream of those times when the 
  World appeared to be a dream.

                                                        Keith Garrett

                              BLUE JEANS


   Antique in time,  from the seventies, a pair so fine,



  I remember I put them away, blue Jeans for another day.



   A touch faded were they,  comfortable in a certain way,



   Worn were they to a party, perhaps a barbecue or two,



   A Saturday night drive-in, what jeans were worn by you?



   Blue jeans I took from a shelf,  dusty, aged from time, 



  They fit me once before, now I can wear them in my mind.

                                         Keith Garrett

                                 7 MINUTES


  We all have 7 minutes before something we 
  Must do,


  The same time before work is done and time to 
  Go home.


  7 minutes waiting or 7 minutes up, what be the 
  Circumstances,


  7 minutes in the shower, 7 minutes on the phone,



  7 minutes before dinner, another 7 minutes all alone.



  Time is of the essence, time never stands very still,



  7 minutes late just may save your life, right on time, 
  Goodbye.


  In only 7 minutes, from good to bad, your world 
  Has changed,


  Snooze for an extra 7 minutes, it may do you a world 
  Of good,


  7 minutes a long time to suffer, 7 minutes to love 
  And dream.
                                   Keith Garrett

  My name is Keith Garrett, I write poetry. 
  A lot of you have read it,
  I have it on flash drive and in many binders. 
  I would like to sell it,
  and publish it. who can help?

      Thank you,   Keith Garrett