In A WESTERN TOWN
                            
                         
Walk these streets, sidewalks of wood,

Where men wear boots, hats, and guns.
      
Women wear dresses of an earlier time,

Some of morals, others work men for 
A dime.
 A sheriff, a deputy, to keep peace 
And Order,

 Jail is for those who can't follow 
 The law.

A school house, a church, places of 
Good,

 Children learn lessons, a house of god.


  A saloon is a place of drink and 
  Games,

 A piano heard, upstairs, women of 
 the night.

 In a western town there are many things,


A stable for horses, a gunfight to end 
One's day,

 Once upon a time in a western town.

   Keith Garrett                


         


             


           


   


       


         


                


               


          


      


     


            

                                                

clouded by the glory of those

All around,

These fearless giants will hold

Their ground.

They keep back the enemy from

Getting through,

For their standing general, this

Job they’ll do.

Face to face, they push and shove,

to come out on top, to rise above.

Exhausted and dirty, the pain shows

Through blood red,

from head to toe, hurt and cut,

Between them too much said.

Heroes in the middle, through

The snow and rain,

Nothing could be won without

Sacrifice and strain.

To these men who give their all,

Show them respect, honor them

With the game ball.

Keith Garrett

1980 Esperanza Aztecs

                                                                                                  1969

I was a child in 1969, I had not 
A vlue of the world,
              
I knew of certain things, those of 
Which I lived through.

Riding my bike and a deadly Halloween
Night,that's right,

I remember all that I did as a kid, a 
Lifetime ago, and a family.

Vietnam was a reality, and I was 
Protected by my childish world,

 Butch Cassidy, and the Sundance kid, 
 Clint Eastwood was the man.

 Raindrops keep falling on my head, 
 Simon and Garfunkel were grand,                                    
                                      
  Scooby Doo, and all of the colorful  
  Cartoons that I knew, I think of you.

 Baseball with the miracle mets, Bill  
 Russell, and the champion Celtics,

 Joe Namath with his Guarantee, the Jets  
beat the Colts, Charles Manson and history.

 The Innocence of the Brady Bunch, walk on 
The moon.Led Zeppelin and a tune,

 1969 was the year when love and innocence 
 were mixed with my day.

           Keith Garrett

A long ride, not much in between,

Upon a quiet, deserted town, I came.

Not a soul in sight, a breeze echoes

Through this place,

Many different sounds as If people

Lived.

Only ghosts of a town that once had

Breath,

The back and forth clanging of an

Open jailhouse door.

A saloon sign creeks as it swings

In the wind,

I can almost feel those who once

Were here.

Only dust walks these streets,

This town that died,

I’ll stay here for the night,

I’ll be alright.

The only thing that will be

my company are a horse and

Tumbleweeds.

Keith Garrett

It comes to life between Fall and Spring,

In the woods, between snow- covered trees,

where leaves are blown by a chilly, cold

Breeze.

Above the hills, high in the snow-covered

Mountains,

Around a frozen pond, a snow-surrounded

Lake.

Have you seen winter? open your mind

And it’s there,

See with your imagination, there is a

Reality to the season.

Keith Garrett

      WHEN YOU SEE WINTER
 What do you see when you see winter, do you 
 See the mountains?

 The cold, layered snow that rests so high, 
 Almost touching the sky.

 When the wind blows through the trees, do 
 you see the falling leaves?

The snow coming down is beautiful and white, 
 What a winter sight.

 When you see Winter, do you see the frozen 
 Pond where water hides,

  Is there a lake you remember, as once you 
  Were a child in another time.

   Do you recall Icicles hanging from a rooftop, 
   From tree limbs in the woods,

  Do you see children you once knew, flying 
  Down the hill on sleds and saucers.

  When you see, do you see with your memories, 
  Are your eyes closed, a scene from before, Icy roads you once drove with a th a family, roads you wandered on your own,

When you see Winter, does a life flash before your eyes,

Once from a child's mind.
 Keith Garrett

         CANDLE IN A GLASS

Within a dome, it stands surrounded by glass,



Held up by an Iron structure, it is a beautiful 
Sight.


 Red, this candle, glows bright in the darkness 
 Of the night,


For this holiday season, a representation of 
The light, a symbol.


  Candle in a glass, lit each night, brings a 
  Peaceful light,


  Burning bright, it gives light until a good night, 

  Tomorrow a sight.
  
                   Keith Garrett

From the sky, on a cold, winter day,

Snow falling, white as it lay,

Windy, as branches from the trees

Sing together, a winter scene.

A place to visit each year at this time,

Hike from the road to a cabin alone.

I make my way through the snow as it

Builds, hurry, I must before I am lost,

I see some most beautiful sites as my

Footprints are left behind in the snow

To rest,

I’m here, a woodpile already chopped

Last year for this quiet visit far away.

Inside, where a warm fire is made to

Begin my time away from the loud world,

In the morning, a walk into the white

Covered woods, winter is shown to

All things.

Footprints in the snow, amazing when

You look around, they are a part

Of you,

My feet follow me, leaving tracks of white,

Deep imprints that will fade with time,

Footprints in the snow, once here but then

In a moment gone, just footprints in the snow.

Keith Garrett

Late January, we are into winter

And cold,

The trees are becoming less dressed,

Leaves are dropping to the ground.

Cold and chilly visits our nights while

The sun drifts further away,

A woodpile ready for the season,

A fireplace that glows will be a scene.

Candles of many colors, shining

High upon the nights, peaceful times,

The wind can be heard beyond the

Windows, into the hills surrounding.

Slippers and a robe for warmth in the

Dark, and at morning’s light,

Snow on the mountain tops, such a

Winter sight, shadows, and cold.

A sleigh ride through the snowy

Woods, everything still and quiet,

Some deer are noticed in the distance,

They wander off through the trees.

Taking a walk dressed in clothes made

For the season’s cold,

My thoughts of winter are a dream to

Be realized, they come to life.

Keith Garrett