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

          LORD OF KINGS

Rulers of many lands, they were different but greed the same,

Treasures valued beyond the real purpose of a living man.

Since the birth of man and the rising sun, war is never done,

Blood spilled with time, lies and guilt, death seems but a crime.

There are Kings who sit upon thrones of deceit and evil deeds,

I wonder If there ever was one who thought more about the common good?

The Lord of Kings Is a mysterious one, creator of all things great and kind,

Master of Earthly scenes, creator of the universe, that which men build and destroy.

                        Keith Garrett

       GREEK GOD OF THE SKY

It rests way up high, giant in the dark of night,

So far away, when was it formed, millions of years from today.

Beyond the stars, spinning in outer space, thirteen rings around its face,

Father of the sky, seventh planet from the sun, will you ever perish and go away?

You go by a name known to all from the beginning of man, Uranus be your name,

Quite strange as you spin forever tilted on your side, a collision be the reason why.

You orbit with others of names which have been formed so many human lifetimes ago,

Beyond the Earth, space is a place of much mystery just as you hold a mystery of your own.

                    Keith Garrett

             BLUE JEANS

Antique in time, from the seventies, a pair so fine,

I remember I put them away, blue Jeans for another day.

A touch faded were they, comfortable in a certain way,

Worn were they to a party, perhaps a barbecue or two,

A Saturday night drive-in, what jeans were worn by you?

Blue jeans I took from a shelf, dusty, aged from time,

They fit me once before, now I can wear them in my mind.

                      Keith Garrett

        JUST PASSING THROUGH

A man searching for something, always searching,

He travels through the desert, a town in his sight.

On a horse he rides, the sun upon his back,

Dressed in western clothing of the time.

What he wants is a bed for the night,

A warm meal that satisfies, a bath much needed.

He heads for the saloon, a drink in his thoughts,

Sit down for a game of cards with faces of a town.

Just passing through, a man and his horse,

Both bedded down for the night,

When the sun rises, his search will continue.

                 Keith Garrett