MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE

I’ve drifted across the open sea. I wait for you to find me,

In a bottle, I have been placed, a message that I am alive.

You are no longer there anymore, but I let you know I exist,

A thought of what you meant to me, a thought of what I once meant.

If my message gets to you yet, then again, how can this possibly be?

You are a memory from yesterday, I am a thought that sails the sea.

Time does not stop, it has no sympathy, it makes what is a what was,

Life and all that’s within it is reduced to memories, things of yesterday.

A message in a bottle is what I am. If you find me, take me for what I am,

You are forever now; I am something that will one day fade away.

                                   Keith Garrett

            AUNT PENELOPE

She could do such unusual things without much thought,

Out of bottle caps, she could make a crazy hat.

She could jump really high, almost fly,

Close her eyes and make an apple pie.

She could walk backwards while tying her shoes,

Dance around a pool while reading a book.

She could play the harp without her hands,

Tell you the time in just about any land.

She could watch a movie without sound,

Recite every line while spinning around.

Aunt Penelope was a strange one indeed,

At the age of one hundred and fifty-three,

Old Aunt Penelope is still but a fantasy.

   Keith Garrett

          A POEM TODAY

Thoughts, many sights from my mind, visions from the past,

Dreams about tomorrow, what may be, a poem today.

To write is a beautiful thing, whatever you want it to be,

Change the world with a stroke of a pen, fact or fantasy begins.

Share with those who write and dream, those who do see,

Share our stories together as we travel the world and universe.

We can take ourselves and others away to unusual places,

A poem today about the love between two, the sun and the moon.

Hopes and dreams, struggles and pain of life, what keeps us strong,

A poem today that puts a smile on a face, comfort, and strength for a moment.

                     Keith Garrett

          A POEM TODAY

Thoughts, many sights from my mind, visions from the past,

Dreams about tomorrow, what may be, a poem today.

To write is a beautiful thing, whatever you want it to be,

Change the world with a stroke of a pen, fact or fantasy begins.

Share with those who write and dream, those who do see,

Share our stories together as we travel the world and universe.

We can take ourselves and others away to unusual places,

A poem today about the love between two, the sun and the moon.

Hopes and dreams, struggles and pain of life, what keeps us strong,

A poem today that puts a smile on a face, comfort, and strength for a moment.

                     Keith Garrett

         CHILD WITHIN

Run and run until the day was done, fun in the sun,

Not a care, chasing butterflies within the wind.

A book that’s numbered beginning with one until it’s done,

I played in the sun, playing and laughing with children no longer.

A child with an adult who would one day find a way out,

Child within, the older we get, always seeking a part we once were.

Our faces do change, lines appear in the light, older by night,

Hair turns color as the seasons turn into years, and eyes show more.

One less fear, a new one is here, another tear, dried with the years,

I see where I’ve been, we all walk our ongoing road, we have a child within.

                                           Keith Garrett

      A BASEBALL DREAM    

On a farm where he grew up, in the early days of the game,

A bat of his own was made from a tree that stood alone.

He had a name for his bat, a certain magic it contained,

Circumstances would get in the way, a dream put aside.

Disappeared without a trace until he arrived on a day,

His special bat carried in hand, this was to be his last chance.

For only a moment, he would stand beneath the lights,

A baseball dream before he faded into the night.

                Keith Garrett

        100 YEARS FROM TODAY

Yesterday, what we see as hundreds of years ago is gone,

History is to us, read about in books of long-lost times.

The days are always moving along, and we take for granted the morning,

The setting sun is a most spectacular sight, heading into the night.

Here where we stand may still be standing, another will be standing,

100 years from today, the world that we know will have changed.

Just as we wonder what life was like back in a time of cowboys and pioneers,

Tomorrow’s people will also wonder and read about our time and place.

100 years from today, we will be a part of history, and others will be amazed.

Just as we are amazed and dream of those times when the world appeared to be a dream.

              Keith Garrett

          JUST ANOTHER DAY

The sun comes up, taking the darkness away,

Sounds from trees, birds are awake on this day.

Whether it be clouds or rain, a walk down a street,

Just another day, but never the same way.

Life and the beauty with it are seen for only so many hours a day,

Take it not for granted, as the gift of sight is not promised always,

Just another day or something new comes our way.

               Keith Garrett