DAD    

         A dad is special, fearless, and strong,

  As a child, I really believed that my dad was great.

I still do believe this, as I am now much older than he was,

Gone by the age of thirty-seven, as I was only seven.

Today I am sixty-four and full of memories about dad,

As a boy, I didn’t understand the burden of work, a job.

Dad was my hero; he came home tired and wanted peace.

He was not perfect, but he was Dad,  always showing us things,

 I remember the things he taught me as a child, forever in my thoughts,

 Dad, you were really the best. I love you, and I’ll see you again.

Keith Garrett

   IN THE COURSE OF A LIFETIME

Born we are, each of us with a purpose unless altered,

Nothing stops what we do, depending on anything in our way.

We see so much with these eyes of mystery given from the master,

What about those without sight, is there a gift that comes from here?

Nothing is taken for granted when you have never seen what you are missing,

You now see with your heart and mind, this is what challenges your time,

We travel a thousand roads trying to choose the best way to go, but we don’t know.

Decisions of intelligence, luck along the way, a prayer of hope, and we may be okay.

In the course of a lifetime, we pass each other by, shake hands, laugh, and say goodbye.

                                     Keith Garrett

     BREAKING WHAT'S LEFT OF THE LAW

Rules were taught from the beginning
Of our days,

Do the right thing, follow the laws that
Lawmakers made.

A broken system has been ours for such a while,
Cracks are made,

These laws were supposed to be fair and equal to
All citizens.

Corruption has been around since man walked this Earth,
Never to go away,

What a scary thought when we realize that leaders
Of the world are

Exempt from laws that we all have to live by or go
To jail, above the law.

Rules and laws are broken when the time is right
Depending on who it is,

Breaking what’s left of the law by higher-ups,
Powerful people in government.

Breaking what’s left of the law spreads from hand
To hand, across the land,

Across the oceans and seas, to every country where
Power and money are seen.
Keith Garrett

                                 I SAW A MAGIC HORSE

  They thought he was a nothing,  an injured horse,

At one time, he was a champion,  running like the wind.

There are no guarantees; in life, there are many challenges,

Don’t give up on a friend, and she won’t give up on you.

I saw a magic horse that stood on its feet today,

She would look into your eyes, magic all the way.

I saw a magic horse shining in the sun, beautiful was she,

A second chance to prove herself and all that she would be.

Keith Garrett

                                 WHAT IS YOUR NAME

You drive around while not making a sound,

Watching from a distance, maybe in the night.

In a window, you peek so very quietly, not ever seen,

Messages in a mailbox, who might you be?  scary.

What is your name? What game do you play?

Calling me on my phone when I’m all alone.

You have been in my yard. What is it that you want?

What is your name? stalking is a dangerous game.

Keith Garrett

They watch and plan, thinking they are smarter than,

Students of a school, criminology is a game they play.

Sociopaths, matching wits with a professional of crime,

Murders they commit, games of the evil thinking minds.

Two minds of genius, arrogant as they walk through their day,

Death games they play,  always another victim on their way.

Two minds, like twins, they do kill, murder by numbers is a thrill,

Death games, until one day the joke is to be only on them.

 Keith Garrett

                                     MAGICIAN ON A VIOLIN

   Steadily, he stands with his violin in hand,

Confidence is a look that’s on his face,  ready.

Beginning slowly while he stares out at his audience,

A touch of anger in his eyes as he starts moving around.

He strums the instrument faster while he dances around the room,

Now one with the violin, a magician of this musical art.

He feels like nothing without the instrument which he holds,

Magician on a violin,  a wizard of beautiful sound.

Keith Garrett

                                         WHERE’S MARY?

I saw her standing there today,  was it yesterday?

She was walking down a road on a sunny day.

First, she was talking with her friend, I can’t remember when,

Do you know Mary?  I think she went far away.

They say she was sad and didn’t have much to say,

i don’t recall if she was standing there on a particular day.

Where’s Mary? Doesn’t she live down the street?

She was once a young girl, but I’m not sure I remember her anyway.

Keith Garrett

                                   MONSTERS DO EXIST

Not only in the land of make-believe but in life,

Scary are the movies, they exist to this day.

Frankenstein, tall and freaky,  somewhere in the dark,

Dracula hides way up high in a castle of fright.

Where is the werewolf, howling in the dark night fog,

Does the mummy sleep in his tomb or is he walking the night?

The invisible man is never seen but always  a nightmarish dream,

Monsters do exist; they appear in many forms. Watch for them.

Keith Garrett

                                       A LONELY BUFFALO

There was a time when they roamed this land,

Thousands of buffalo were conquered by the world of man.

 Slowly, these beautiful beasts faded with the passing of each season,

Used and abused,  sadly, they have almost disappeared, 

A lonely Buffalo stands quietly by himself in his yard,

Wanting only peace while he looks out at the sky.

A friend, if only to have a friend to love and trust,

A tear in his eye as he dreams of what may be,

A lonely buffalo stands on his own but never alone.

Keith Garrett