A BEGGAR, A THIEF

He wanders the streets, A taste for food, 
A thirst for drink,

Cold to the bones, waiting for a warm 
Place to sleep.

Asking for that which comforts his pain,


 Pride and self-respect are put aside.


 A human being, a man with a story,


 A beggar today without any glory,


Taking what he wants, no morals or remorse.


Criminal thoughts, a good man not,


Working for nothing, he does not care.


He steals anything, he has no heart,


 A thief many times over, a quitter of sorts,


 A beggar, a thief, so many differences of 
 Course.
                 Keith Garrett, 

      A BRIDGE I CROSS


Far it reaches through my time,


My travel across it is a never-ending 
Journey.

Obstacles are sometimes in my way,


I'll hurdle over or push out of my way. 


 Moving along searching, always searching,



For just a little more of things not to 
Hurt Me.

Not ever knowing what's ahead,


Stop, I will not until the end.

                 Keith Garrett

   BEACHES AND OCEANS

 To love the beach, walking along the 
 Sand so warm,

 Looking ahead of me, at the pier in 
 The distance.

 The feel of the wind, as I'm walking 
 Along the wet, sandy shore,

 The sun shining in the sky, seagulls 
 Flying in search of food.

 My thoughts are of many things as I 
 Dream of Life's pleasures,

 At peace I am, strolling along 
 Listening, always listening.

 The waves are a beautiful sight, 
 Musical tunes crashing upon the shore,
 
 The horizon seems like forever as I 
 Stare in silence at its mystery.

 Shadows from clouds darken the ocean,
 But only a touch,

 The wonders of life that live beneath 
 The waters are seen from within.

  Beaches and oceans have been forever,


  There's a great love for me as they 
  Go on together.
                       Keith Garrett

       BATTLE AMONG MEN

 Like a psychological and physical 
 Chess game, they will play,

 Mind games, to get inside an opponent's 
 Mind is a goal.

 Two teams have survived a war of many, 
 With strength and power,

 They have traveled to many distant lands, 
 To fight for the right

 To meet here, in a neutral zone, and 
 Settle a question, of who will be the 
 Champion.
 The crown sits in the endzone, where 
 They'll have to suffer much pain,

 And sweat to take possession, and be 
 Crowned kings of a victory hard fought.

 This is a battle among men as they march 
 Yard by painful yard, down the field,

 They'll taunt and push their way closer 
 To a treasured goal line.

 Their captains will loudly give signals  
 As these warriors make strategic moves,

 Their energy and will, no mistakes, is 
 What will get them through this fight.

 Names of their army, the New England 
 Patriots, will be ready and able to match 
 the enemy,
 The Seattle Seahawks will travel the distance 
 and meet them on a distant battlefield,
 This will be a battle among men, and may the 
 Better team on this remembered Sunday, win.
                          Keith Garrett                                

They come to this place to taunt

Each other,

On a battlefield against a friend

Or Brother.

They stand, and they face each other

To start,

Twenty-two men with no fear in their

Hearts.

From start to finish, this is a race,

All of them are wearing the same

Game Face.

Like a game of chess, their strategy

Is planned,

To conquer the enemy who invades

Their land.

They charge down the field, like

Soldiers, they run,

Let nothing stop them from getting

The job done.

They make their way through the

Mud and rain,

to the other side, they fight through

The pain.

Now the sound of people as they yell,

Down on the field must be some kind

Of hell.

In the end, when it’s all done,

These warriors of the field,

So much they have won.

Keith Garrett

                                                                                                   SUPER BATTLEFIELD
 There's a war on, it's been planned,


 Strategies have been worked on, the 
 Enemy is close at hand.

 Two Generals who do know of each other,


 One's arm is his cannon, the other a fighter.


 They're gearing up as it's time to stand 
 And fight,

 Strap on their armor, weapons are of many.


 Through pain, or blood, or the dark, cold 
 Of night,
 

They do not surrender on this battlefield of 
Might.

 Armies of two, strong and fearless, they 
Match,

 Until one is lying on the field, battle 
 Rages on.

 This is a battlefield like no other,


 Strength and speed, mistakes must be few.


 A near-perfect game plan, a prayer, and some 
 Hope,

To the victor, a field taken, champions proud,

 They will stand tall.


                 Keith Garrett

On a road of travel, without any end,

rests his weary body, wherever he can.

Sleeps in the night, hidden from sight,

Days of length, the next spot is anyplace.

From town to town, he wanders with hope,

worry fills his head about that next meal.

Find a job and stay in one place for a

Short while,

Friends and smiles disappear with

The miles.

A drifting man sees much of the

Land,

Meets many faces, lonely where

He stands.

A price he pays to live in such

A way,

There’s a gift in seeing the world,

What’s taken away is the peace of

Settling in one place.

Keith Garrett

A fighter, a warrior, on the attack

But must defend,

He must be tough as he’s hammered

From end to end.

He waits for the call, as he moves, he’s

Then handed the ball,

Protected by an army as he runs through

Many holes.

From side to side, spinning and moving,

A fearless look upon his face as he marches

Forward.

Gaining yardage, step by step, hard hit is

This man,

A running back on a football field, ball

In hand.

Hold on to the ball, hold on tight in this

Fight,

they’ll try to take you down, not on

This night.

When they attack, hit them hard, right

Back,

your victory comes when you can

Cross the line.

Keith Garrett