THANKSGIVING WITH A STRANGER

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                              THANKSGIVING WITH A STRANGER

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 with a stranger.

Keith Garrett,

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

                                                                  THANKFUL EACH DAY

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To sit around the table as this is that time of year,

A feast for all, to enjoy family and all of this set before you.

As we each one at a time take turns speaking of our thanks,

For this day and that which we have and are grateful now.

What about tomorrow, what about not only Thanksgiving,

Can we understand that our days are most precious?

Let’s be thankful for our health and the health of our family,

Every day we must love each other, forgive, and take hands.

 Thankful for each moment that we have life, see the sunshine,

Thankful each day if we live without pain, happiness, not hate.

Keith Garrett

BEFORE AND AFTER

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           BEFORE AND AFTER

  There was a time when I was not here,



  No thoughts, no name or Identity were mine.



  I had no pain or sorrow, not a thing for me to know,



  Where was I before I became me, somewhere waiting?



  A time will come when I am no longer here, will I have 
  Thoughts?


 A name remembered, my Identity will not be this body 
 Or mind,


  Again there will be no pain or sorrow, I will be somewhere 
  Else,


  Before and after, heaven bound, where was I before my 
  First sound?

                                             Keith Garrett

THANKFUL

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                        THANKFUL

In our lives, there are many obstacles or struggles,

We all have our own fight, that to survive.

Taking care of our children and ourselves,

Tired each day as we pick ourselves up to the challenge.

We can focus on the stress and feel ill,

To think about our losses, that which we don't have.

As this year, another year comes to an end,

As Thanksgiving grows closer, think about blessings.

Thankful is the thought, what I'm thankful for,

To this point in my life, I have my health.

Thank God as I've been worried,

My sons and daughter are all healthy, a blessing.

In my life, I have again found love, she comes from 

A lifetime ago, Yorba Linda days.

There is food on the table, a roof over our heads,

As many are without jobs it is that I am fortunate

Even though all is not the way I want.

I am alive, I am thankful,

 As Fall is here and Thanksgiving is near,

Let us all take the time to be thankful for all

That's in our lives.

Keith Garrett

ON THANKSGIVING DAY

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                                                         ON THANKSGIVING DAY

 Morning, as I open my sleepy eyes, the sun doesn’t shine,

 A cool, breezy, Autumn day, the sky is heavy, and snow is on its way.

This is to be a most unusual morning as something special is to be,

On Thanksgiving day, a visitor a visitor will make his way to our door.

It’s been felt through the night while I slept, not a dream to be,

A miracle, a feeling of a most special gift on this thankful day.

He’s coming! I thought of him all week, how will this man appear

To me,

I’ve prayed and prayed that my wish for this day would be answered.

Is it possible that he can be as he once was when I sat on his lap

As a child,

It’s about that time, there will be no knock, I will not see him but

He will be.

The wind is blowing all around, there will be no sound,

The moment is now,

The door I open, you are here, on Thanksgiving day, I feel

You everywhere.

Keith Garrett

A WAND OF MAGIC

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                    A WAND OF MAGIC

  In hand, a wand would make me a magic man,


  Not even a word and crime would disappear.


  I could stop time, rid the world of trash or pollution,


  Take away the sick waters of rivers and oceans.


  Murder on our land would be stopped with a hand,


  The ill would be no more, cancer but a memory.


  I could run fast or jump high,


  A tear would be one less for all of mankind.


  The cruel slaughter of creatures in the world,


  With a wave from my hand, this would end.


  A wand of magic need not be that of evil,


  For love and good, the hand that holds this wand.


  A wand of magic is not to be real,


 We can wish, hope, and pray, that it all goes away.

               Keith Garrett

A WAND OF MAGIC

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                  A WAND OF MAGIC

  In hand, a wand would make me a magic man,


  Not even a word and crime would disappear.


  I could stop time, rid the world of trash or pollution,


  Take away the sick waters of rivers and oceans.


  Murder on our land would be stopped with a hand,


  The ill would be no more, cancer but a memory.


  I could run fast or jump high,


  A tear would be one less for all of mankind.


  The cruel slaughter of creatures in the world,


  With a wave from my hand, this would end.


  A wand of magic need not be that of evil,


 For love and good, the hand that holds this wand.


  A wand of magic is not to be real,


 We can wish, hope, and pray, that it all goes away.

               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 on to 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.

MY STORY I TELL, HE SAILED THE SEAS

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                                                              MY STORY I TELL,

                                                        HE SAILED THE SEAS

My father,  he was a sailing man on the Newport News, a Navy man,

He stood on a ship across the seas to foreign lands before I knew of him.

Oh! Father dear, just what things did you see,

Around the world, you traveled so long ago.

Father of mine, what were you like as a boy,

Did you dream of the sea, did you dream like me?

I know you wrote of poetry, words today, I write like thee,

You traveled around the Korean War, 

It didn’t do you in as this land did.

Were you drunk or were you blind when you stood so high

Above the ocean shore,

What were your thoughts, were you thinking at all,

Why didn’t you hide from the deadly fall?

You’re up in the sky in heaven so high, daddy dear

Please tell me why,

You died so young, you left me behind,

The more I think of you, the older I find,

You were a Navy man, you’re sailing again, 

Across the heavenly seas is where you be.

Keith Garrett       My father, Leon Russell Garrett

HER SOUL A THOUSAND YEAR OLD

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                                  HER SOUL,

                       A THOUSAND YEARS OLD.


  Her face, a look that says she comes from a different place,


  A smile that lights up within a darkness, so young but old.


  She sings out with an operatic sound, mesmerizing to the ear,


  Into a state of wonder that will take you away, watch her eyes.  


  Appears does she as a little girl, maybe from a long ago world,


  Sings as if she has lived lifetimes, her voice echoes with years,


  It is that her soul could be that of a thousand years old.

                                              Keith Garrett