WHEN THERE’S A KNOCK AT THE DOOR

It can wake you from your rest; a dead sleep is no more,

What can happen in the middle of the night? When a knock at your door.

Who is It says you, friend or foe, open the door to a surprise you may find,

Stand there and think,  your mind starts to freak, who can it possibly be?

Is it the police what could they possibly want from me? Stay silent, please!

A burglar, A home invasion in the late of night, something of a fright.

A neighbor with an emergency, how would I know who is knocking at my door? 

When there’s a knock at the door, be careful, who knows what you’re in for.

Keith Garrett

                        CRIME IN THE STREETS

Lost boys, from everywhere they come,

Broken homes or maybe messed up inside.

There is no guidance for boys in the neighborhood,

There is no control in the homes, on the loose they roam.

Nothing to keep them on the straight and narrow, no hope,

They wander, between right, and wrong, on the edge .

Crime in the streets is all that these souls understand,

They are doomed until they change their ways, a helping hand.

Keith Garrett

               BEFORE YOUR SOUL

Where are you before you are you,

Billions of years, molecules exploding in time.

Born to this world millions of years before,

A man, you don’t speak in words but a screech.

Your first thoughts are of survival, food, and water,

Your mind and body are most unusual, not of today.

Fire has not been learned, day and night, sun and rain,

These are to you a mystery, so much you will learn,

Before your soul was created, a man you are related.

                       Keith Garrett

          I DREAMED I WAS A COWBOY

Dressed in jeans, a black hat and boots,

On a horse of beautiful color, I rode.

A ranch up high in Colorado, I dreamed,

Working, putting up fences with cowboys.

A long day was a good day for me,

Up in the dark, before the roosters.

Breakfast was early, earn your money,

Sweat and a little fun, working in the sun.

I dreamed I was a cowboy, riding the open land,

The dreaming cowboy, is a hard working man.

                     Keith Garrett

       HE WEARS NO GOLD!

I knew of him long ago, just a boy but soon he would grow,

From decades past he appears again,

Also different now, a leader among men.

He tours the land to seek out space,

His face well known In our Garden place.

He wears no gold! for those to see,

Only a vision of what our company can be.

Back In time we can not be,

To where I knew of him, children were we.

He’s traveled far to reach this dream,

One so Impossible without a team.

Though we have changed, I’d still like to say,

He’s somewhat of a friend to this very day.

He wears no gold, I know this to be, a child set free,

Now a man Is he.

                 Keith Garrett

                A LONG NIGHT

Many things happen on a long night,

A killer runs through the streets, he hides.

Music from a late concert is wild as a party roars,

When a heatwave strikes a clock moves much slower.

Surgery in the night is a nightmare for family, a clock ticks,

The night is dark, morning comes slowly for a man on the run.

Without sleep. how long is a night for one who thinks at night,

A long night it is for one who dislikes the darkness alone.

They lurk in the dark, peeking through windows, all night long,

A long night is different for many, it takes away so much from many.

Keith Garrett

What a cat, such a personality, meow! meow! meow!

He is in charge, he lets us live here and we are grateful.

He has a routine and we have to stick to it or there

Will be trouble,

Early morning, meow! he calls out to us, I’m hungry,

Get up!

He meets me at the big, white box, with his menu in hand,

Time to groom and take a nap, I wait for instructions, and

Wait.

At the front door he waits, staring at the knob, open the door!

Out front to lay down and watch the critters all around.

Time to go outback and roam the yard, birds and squirrels

Make sound,

Here we go, time for a brushing and a nice belly rub, meow! meow!

Time for another nap, off to our room to sleep on his comforter,

Perhaps a massage, or relaxing on his window seat, let’s see.

My friend, Loki has many talents, and does many things, loves

Spring,

We love Loki, he’s our buddy and our friend, we’ll see you at

Supper again.

Keith Garrett

WHEN THE TREES DANCE

Leaves so green, resting on branches of brown,

Many years do they stand there, always watching.

Swaying in the wind, below the cloudy sky,

Do they speak to one another in such a way, trees that play.

What things do they know, memories of the world, 

When the trees dance, do all things flow in rhythm?

Keith Garrett

      AT THE TOP OF THE HILL


  From where I stand it seems so high,


  My struggles to climb up near the sky.


  To get up there at the top of the hill,


   Will take my energy, also my will.


   Scrapes and bruises are a part of my quest,


   Where I'd like to get for my life too be the best.


   Slip I might or stumble along the way,


   Giving up is not part of my game.


   When I get there at the top of the hill,


   Accomplished my fight for the thing I did want.

                 Keith Garrett