FEELING THE MUSIC

Standing there alone with a microphone in hand,

He cries out his song from there, where he stands.

Seems like he’s in a trance, sometimes lost in his mind,

There’s only one Bruce with a show that blows one’s mind.

Look at him, watch him, see how he plays,

This is Springsteen, born to be up on the stage.

Feeling the music, feeling so fine,

This is the boss man, sharing his music and life.

            Keith Garrett

                                                         A NEW PARADISE


               I sit back and think of the possibility that we may start again,


             If not here, then is there some other place of peace and happiness?


               In the beginning, we hear about a garden, which disappeared from us,


 A new paradise where we can hear the birds sing without trouble on the horizon.


                    Listen to the wind without the painful, tragic sounds of sirens,


                 A wonderful island, a new world where we are equal in every way.


      Money holds no meaning in this paradise home where not a soul walks alone,


Food so plentiful that the pains of hunger are never again in this new paradise where all are friends. 


   Sickness no more, no worries of a cure that were learned about many years before,


           A place that sounds familiar, written in story books, a fantasy not believed,


     Believe in this, as once such a place did exist, a lesson learned if it happens again.

              Keith Garrett

           AND YET I HOPE

I want to say hello to you and take your hand in mine,

And whisper that in every way, I think you are divine.

But you are always out of reach as much as any star,

And always, I must sigh for you and worship from afar.

And always I must dream of you and wish the day would be,

When we would be together, and you would belong to me.

I know that time may never come, and yet I hope and pray,

That I may kiss your loving lips, and I may hear you say.

That we will share the weeks and months and all the years in store,

And you will be my sweetheart and my love forevermore.

                             Leon Russell Garrett

                                    My father.