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

                       ONE COP, ONE CRIMINAL, ONE LOST SOUL

Grew up as friends, running in the streets, something happened,

A child’s spirit destroyed by evil, time passes by in such a world.

Now roaming the streets as adults, different lives pass each other by,

Three men trying to make it in a society which shows no sympathy.

Anger roars as a criminal loses his precious daughter to violence,

The law cannot control a man who does not care about life anymore.

 Their stands a cop who was once friends with two men of difference,

Three lives would once again come together, a cop in the middle.

One lost soul would suffer for a crime he did not commit,

Disappears without a trace, the past takes away the present.

Keith 

               I AM SEVEN

I chase butterflies and try to get moths from vines,

Model airplanes are a hobby done with my dad,

A vegetable garden out back, chasing the Ice cream man.

Coloring books and cartoons on a Saturday morning is fine,

A favorite cereal, lucky charms, and Frosty’os a pop tart in my mind.

Watching the Little Rascals, the three stooges, other favorite shows,

Toaster pizzas, and a glass of milk on a T.V. tray, on a late Summer day.

Riding my bike, through sprinklers we ran in the sun, a day for fun,

I am seven as I would someday remember, walking in the breeze, climbing trees.

I go to school, walk as I dream, I am a child of nineteen sixty nine, I am me,

I run and play at recess with special friends whom I will soon never see again.

My world is different when I am seven, no worries of the future, only a child’s day,

There is a magical side to my life today, what will I remember of my time in a place.

                          Keith Garrett

       BETWEEN WHAT IS AND WHAT IS NOT

The universe exists all around us but do aliens really exist,

We can see the sun resting in the sky, no pot of gold over a rainbow.

Mountains formed, standing above so tall, not a bigfoot between the trees,

The moon is for us a reality, no face or a man lives up there alone.

Ireland and green grass are for real, across the sea they do appear,

Leprechauns I have never seen, four leaf clovers bring luck in a dream.

Castles of old stand on many lands, stories of them for centuries are told,

Magical spells, and fire breathing dragons, were they ever seen or felt.

Between what is and what is not are fables and tall tales handed down,

Fantasies, and all that is real live in our minds or before us we see.

                    Keith Garrett