TRAVELERS OF FALL

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                                              TRAVELERS OF FALL

They set sail for a new world such a long time ago,

 What they had to overcome, what do we know.

With ships, oh! so massive, all built by hand,

Off they did wander unto a new land.

Their vessels all anchored at Plymouth Rock,

On with their quest for those who might talk.

TRAVELERS OF FALL, tis a new life they seek,

This adventure of theirs, not for those who are weak.

Face to face they will come with a people not known,

A custom they will learn, now not alone.

Together they sit to share such a feast,

A tradition begins, for years this will teach.

Keith Garrett

  TRAVELERS OF FALL

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They set sail for a new world such a long time ago,

 What they had to overcome, what do we know.

With ships, oh! so massive, all built by hand,

Off they did wander unto a new land.

Their vessels all anchored at Plymouth Rock,

On with their quest for those who might talk.

TRAVELERS OF FALL, tis a new life they seek,

This adventure of theirs, not for those who are weak.

Face to face they will come with a people not known,

A custom they will learn, now not alone.

Together they sit to share such a feast,

A tradition begins, for years this will teach.

Keith Garrett

 

THE VIGILANTE

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                       THE VIGILANTE


  A peaceful man, calm was he with a smile so bright,


  Until they took his wife then his daughter's life.


  His world was turned inside out, nothing will be the same,


  His name is known within the business world, the nights 
  Are his.

 A man who did have a family, now he takes the lives of 
  Them who take,

  His life is much different now, days of a regular citizen, 
  nights of vengeance.

  He now lives within himself, with the pain he inflicts upon 
  The evil that brings pain,

  He is the vigilante, a good man who had enough of bad 
  People in a crazy world.

                                      Keith Garrett,

THE VIGILANTE

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                         THE VIGILANTE


  A peaceful man, calm was he with a smile so bright,


  Until they took his wife then his daughter's life.


  His world was turned inside out, nothing will be the same,


  His name is known within the business world, the nights 
  are his.

  A man who did have a family, now he takes the lives of 
  Them who take,

  His life is much different now, days of a regular citizen, 
  Nights of vengeance.

  He now lives within himself, with the pain he inflicts upon 
  The evil that brings pain,

  He is the vigilante, a good man who had enough of bad 
  People in a crazy world.

                                      Keith Garrett

A WALK IN THE FOREST

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                 A WALK IN THE FOREST


 The time is now, Autumn is alive with a different feeling,


  Darkness is longer in the morning, slowly the leaves are 
  Upon the ground.

  Plants and trees grow slower, nature never gives up on 
  The day,

  Animals are busy preparing as Winter is not far away, 
  Earlier the sun fades.

  A thought of a walk in the forest to escape for a moment, 
  everything,

  Tall trees that cover much of the sunlight that warms the 
  Land we wander.

  Leaves that have piled for many years make a sound beneath 
  These traveling feet,

  A walk in the forest, so many times I have dreamed of this 
  While trapped elsewhere.

  Quiet, yet not quiet, as there are sounds in a place as this 
  like there are no other,

  A walk in the forest, a dream that I have not yet discovered, 
  A reality discovered.

                               Keith Garrett

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

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, family, and 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

BENEATH THE AUTUMN SKY

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               BENEATH THE AUTUMN SKY


  From up so high life goes on down below, this is so,


  It is seen from above, from the heaven where we are to go.


  Beneath the Autumn sky everything lives and has its time,


  There's a cycle of life, all things rotating as if it were a dance.


  Watch as the leaves disappear from the trees, falling together,


 They vanish, crumble and blow away with the wind always.


  Beneath the Autumn sky there are colors of orange, yellow, 
  And red,

  Shades of beauty that are here for a Fall season, they soon 
  slip away.

  A cool breeze in the air, animals collecting food for a Winter cold,


 Beneath the Autumn sky there is life moving as all things must die.

                                                 Keith Garrett

A STRANGER

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                        A STRANGER


  Cobwebs and tumbleweeds, traces of life and the past,


  A forgotten road not so often traveled, not anymore.


  Where do they go, the ones we once knew and walked with,


 More and more they become ghosts, faded faces from 
 Yesterday.

 Time slips away slowly into my tomorrow where my memories 
 Are found,

  Friends are now strangers, strangers are now my friends.


 There once lived a woman whom i did not know. she lived her 
  Life without me,

  In her there was not a thought of me, for me she had no 
  Meaning.

   This stranger that I had not met would someday be the love a 
  Man could not forget,

  Like the wind forever blowing, she has drifted, a stranger I
  Never knew,

  Where did you go! where did you go! a stranger I love, a 
  Woman I'll never know.
                 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’ll all learn, a stranger on the 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

Keith Garrett,

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

A SMALL HOUSE

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                       A SMALL HOUSE


  Along the banks of a river, is home,


  Apple trees and hills of grass live here.


  A small house for a family of people,


  Food on the table and a fire burning warm.


  Sitting on the porch, a fiddle in hand I am,


 A pipe to smoke is an evening kind of thing.


  Horses are down for the night, children in our sight,


  Nineteenth century life is quite a fight.


  A small house is all we need to believe,


  Hopes and dreams are seen as far as our eyes can see.

            Keith Garrett