I AM A BEE

I AM A BEE

In the Spring and Summer, you’ll find me around,

Even in the Fall, I am found.

Flying and buzzing are not the only things that I do,

My love for making honey is so very true.

My quest is not to sting though my reputation is this,

Just like you too survive and be left alone is my wish.

Many cousins too me in this world,

Different are they, this I will say.

They all slap at me, run away, and scream,

If only I could laugh then they would hear me.

What frightens them? I’m so small you see,

I’m tiny, I’m fragile, I’m only a bee.

Keith Garrett

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HUMMINGBIRD

HUMMINGBIRD

Wings fluttering so fast in sight,

Yet hovering in one place, a color so bright.

Small as they are yet fast they disappear,

Where do they go when darkness is in the air.

Searching for nectar in flowers of a tubular shape,

From here to there, they move swiftly to anyplace.

Mysterious they appear, like no other type of bird,

When they pass you by, slightly they are heard.

Keith Garrett

 

FATHER’S DAY

FATHER’S DAY

Down through the years, there have been many types of fathers,

Unfortunately, some get lost with what it takes to really be a dad.

Sad as it is sons and daughters grow up without and not knowing,

Thoughts and questions are held onto that may eat at with sadness.

This father’s day let’s honor and praise the men who do stand strong,

To the ones who are new and too those who have been at it for a while.

You were there when first you saw his little face and a smile of a lifetime,

You were there when her tiny hands touched your heart forever, young father.

You were there walking her down the aisle when again her life began,

You were there when a son stood at the altar hand in hand with his bride.

Through the bumps and bruises, good times or bad, it was you strong as a rock,

To you on father’s day, the ones whom never give up, you are dad, a father.

Happy father’s day,

Keith Garrett

 

HOW OLD IS OLD?

HOW OLD IS OLD?

The universe has been around us for so long no one knows,

Dinosaurs lived once upon a time, where does the time go.

The earth is old but to the cosmos young as a newborn child,

How old is god, is he older than old.?

Oceans never stop moving, around the world they go,

How old are the oceans, how old, how old.?

Mountains stand together so high in the sky,

They’re not as old as the sun, how old is old.

If we live to be one hundred then we are very old,

In the scheme of eternity, we are a speck of dust in the wind.

How old is old, a thought to ponder as we age day by day?

Keith Garrett

 

HOW MUCH MONEY CAN A MAN NEED

HOW MUCH MONEY CAN A MAN NEED

To live well with the necessities of life, food, water, a roof,

Clothes on your back, enough to make a person smile.

The simple comforts of life, enough to get by with is fine,

Material things of this land, how much do we need to have?

More is not enough as every penny is worried about,

When we can’t sleep because of money then what is life?

How much money can a man need to sacrifice many things,

Settle for a little less, this life may turn out the best.

Keith Garrett

HOW MUCH LONGER BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE

 

HOW MUCH LONGER BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE?

 

We need to open our eyes, we’ve been blind too long,

 

Look what’s happening to us, there’s something very wrong.

 

Alone it won’t be done, we must do this together,

 

All of us take for granted a world we live in is forever.

 

Overlooking the pollution we pass by each day,

 

Leaving it to another to make it go away.

 

Poisoning the resources we must have to survive,

 

These things that we do, one day surely we will all die.

 

It’s now time to change, make a difference each one,

 

To save mankind, let’s all stand as one.

 

How much longer before it’s too late,

 

Why do we tempt the thing we call fate.?

 

It’s a crime what we are doing to the ground and our sky,

 

It’s time to stop now, it’s our time to make things right.

 

We can make it work if it gets done now,

 

To hesitate and delay will only bring sorrow.

 

Keith Garrett

 

HOW MANY WILL DIE?

HOW MANY WILL DIE

Will man ever become wise, wars go on, whose next in line,

How many will die before there’s a man of smarts in the house of white?

Another dollar, for power or money another boy dies,

Who are those who hide on the inside?

Deals are made so a son or daughter go off to lose their lives,

How many will die before we grow wise,

When will we realize there should be only one side.

Keith Garrett