JUST PASSING THROUGH

A man searching for something, always searching,

He travels through the desert, a town in his sight.

On a horse he rides, the sun upon his back,

Dressed in western clothing of the time.

What he wants is a bed for the night,

A warm meal that satisfies, a bath much needed.

He heads for the saloon, a drink in his thoughts,

Sit down for a game of cards with faces of a town.

Just passing through, a man and his horse,

Both bedded down for the night,

When the sun rises, his search will continue.

                 Keith Garrett

A small, mischievous elf, dressed in green attire,

Boots of black, boots perhaps of the same color.

From Irish folklore, it has been said they have been

Seen roaming the Irish countryside, these wee folk.

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 leaves them be.

They are known for their love of Irish music and dance,

Instruments played,

The 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

   HEY! HEY! THEY WERE THE MONKEES

Hey! hey! they were the Monkees, used to be here but where did they go?

Way back in the sixties they had their own T.V. show.

They were all pretty silly and funny, an odd bunch wouldn’t you say,

People still love to watch them, oh! yes to this very day.

Davey was English, a short sort of a lad,

A voice made for singing, banging the Tambourine that he had.

Peter was like Harpo, quiet but funny,

A piece of the puzzle to make them as one.

Mike played his guitar and could really sing,

Somewhat as the leader to all four he would bring.

Mickey was funny, had a voice, and could play the guitar,

Back in the past, maybe a pop star,

Mickey Dolenz, Davey Jones, Mike Nesmith, Peter Tork.

               Keith Garrett

                MOM!!!

I’m so angry, you didn’t have to go, why did you not speak,

You were in pain, you hid it inside like the secret of life,

Did you wear a smile on your face as each day you were scared.

Pretended did you that nothing was wrong, Mom!!! come on,

We can’t go back in time, It’s too late now as we have said goodbye.

Mom!!! I can only scream as my sound echoes across the sky, through time,

We have to be without you as you did not choose to try, kept your sickness inside.

We’ll never know as you may have survived, had the chance to laugh one more time,

Mom!!! Mom!!! I cry for you on the inside, you are somewhere this night.

                           Keith Garrett

            KEYS TO THE KINGDOM

For whatever it’s worth you came out on top,

Power in the hands of the right and wrong is scary.

You are human but who are you really behind those eyes,

Through the years, from any shore, leaders are seen with fear and war.

Behind guarded doors of a house, Palaces and castles on foreign soil,

Keys to the Kingdom are held by those with or without morals.

There are battles fought to hold onto or gain possession of many keys,

Keys to secret places, vaults, and of course, keys to the end of the world,

Some keys should be destroyed, taken from them who misuse keys to the Kingdom.

                                      Keith Garrett

        KILLER WITH A HEART

To be left alone, loneliness has its price, kills tonight,

Leave him in peace, no second chance for you will be.

His life is a dance from day to day, killer all the way,

For the money, a job well done, never is this for fun.

You woke the demon when you killed his dog, stole his car,

Why couldn’t you leave well enough alone, now you’re done,

Killer with a heart, a look upon his face, simply leave him be.

                         Keith Garrett

       A MOMENT IN THE SUN

Has it always been mine since the beginning of my time,

I was born to run, I was born to chase the wind, so I run.

I’ve walked along the shore, my feet wet in the sand,

Holding hands, by myself I stand alone, a man.

There’s been at times much fun, I am not done,

Friends and loved ones vanished as the hourglass runs.

When will it come i ask! this moment, my moment in the sun,

It was yesterday, appeared again today, did i not see,

Tomorrow will I wonder when it is to be as it lives all around me.

I had dreams of a girl once upon a time, she came to visit me,

She came to say hi, for just a moment in time, a moment gone by.

I’ve had a moment in the sun, a moment to run, to chase the wind,

I’ve had a love who went away with the passing day, she flies.

My journey takes me to a place but who follows behind,

On another day will catch me, slow down to that which may be.

                     Keith Garrett

              A MAN, A GHOST, AND

               A WOMAN IN A DREAM

I watched a man as he traveled the road, he sees,

I travel the road fore I am a man who sees, who dreams.

Many a ghost are known to me, a ghost of a man,

Of this world no more or of my life much distance.

A woman in a dream appears before me, she sleeps with me,

Her face is known to me as i sleep, as I dream, I see.

See me as i am, emotions run deep, a man of a thousand thoughts,

Seen from my eyes, seen as you are, i am not a fantasy, no dream.

A ghost is a memory, a vision of once was, things from yesterday,

A ghost to some as I live and breathe, one day a ghost in eternity.

She may be one that you think of, one that you dream about,

A woman in a dream, your dream woman, a life’s dream to be.

I am a man, I know of ghosts, and i have seen a woman in a dream,

Today, tomorrow, and yesterday.

                        Keith Garrett

          A  HEARTBEAT

Listen to my heartbeat, thump, thump, it beats,

Blood runs through it, listen to me as I breathe.

A heartbeat means life, it beats fast or slow,

Thump, thump, it goes, a heartbeat that slowly grows old.

It speaks of who I am, only one of a kind,

Listen! thump, thump, with a hand to my chest feel as I am alive.

A heartbeat lets us know that this moment is still ours,

Hear it pound! listen to its beautiful sound.

Thump, thump, thump, thump, one beat at a time,

A heartbeat so precious, thump as it beats one more time.

             Keith Garrett

FOR THIS RANCH, WILL YOU DIE?

This place of beauty has stood here for generations,

Built by a great, great, Grandfather a long time ago.

Times have changed in this world around a ranch,

The fight to keep what is yours has been since time began.

You battle, climb the hill with sweat and tears, for this ranch,

Family before you, have sacrificed in ways you can’t understand,

What does your heritage mean to you? will you die if they try to take your home?

For this ranch, will you die? will you shed a tear for those who bled before your time?

                         Keith Garrett