WESTERN WORLD

What was it like many generations ago, exploring a new frontier,

Starting a life where everything was so uncertain and dangerous.

Indians and bandits roaming the land trying to everyday survive,

The Indians living off the land, bandits taking all they can.

Building towns where a man or family can start a business for themselves,

Settling outside this town, you choose to live and start a family of love.

You’ll have to rough it for a while longer as you have for so long now,

Waking to the morning light, at times cold as a hot cup of coffee will do.

Working hard from sunup till sundown with a dream in your heart,

A cabin with a fireplace, rooms built for comfort, and a roof over your head.

The old west was more than a saloon with gambling, drinking, and gunfights,

It was about survival, discovery of new places, and things accomplished back in a time.

Hardship and disease, many died, gave their lives for a better life, triumph and sorrow,

These people from the past paved the way for dreams and success here in our today.

The pioneers had more struggles than can be imagined, but also had to be tough and strong,

The old west is no longer alive, but they did leave their mark, a path across the wilderness.

They survive and live in those today who overcome and succeed, worked through their pain,

The western world has changed, but the blood and souls from the past are buried, their spirits

Maybe among us in ways as they are also surely gone beyond this world where peace is theirs.

                                Keith Garrett

            A SIMPLE DAY

Wake up to a mixture of clouds and sun,

Feed the birds and squirrels, it’s morning now.

A cup of coffee, no caffeine for me, a quiet thought,

The world is much to fast, faster than what I have come to be,

I can now get things done the way I want them to be for me.

A simple day in the rain or sun, I have some time to have some fun,

At the computer, my thoughts are given out to the world.

A simple day, nothing gets in my way, I can keep to myself,

A movie, a show, and exercise that keep me healthy and ready to go.

                  Keith Garrett

How far can you run?  Can you run from sun to sun?

How far is it from here to there? Who really cares?

How far can you throw a football? Where does it land?

Does it really matter when there’s more to life than that?

How far can you drive before there is no place to go?

Eventually, there will be no fue; so who really knows.

How far would you go to get what you want, how far?

How far is too much or too long of a distance?

Keith Garrett

     A BASKET OF THANK YOUS

Thank you for that everyday smile,

For those eyes that sparkle, for your heart.

Thank you for the thoughts spoken with care,

You are an Angel, a woman so special and kind.

Thank you for letting me know you day by day,

A beautiful soul and more to describe who you really are.

A basket of thank yous, a basket of fun,

A basket of pieces from a man, from a heart.

HAPPY EASTER, Keith
SWEETHEART.

          EASTER  BUNNY

Where does he come from, this figure of folklore,

A symbol of Easter from many generations ago.

This rabbit that brings Easter eggs during the night,

Also called the “Easter Hare.” Sometimes shown wearing clothes.

As legend tells, he carried colored eggs in a basket, candy, and toys,

To the homes of children who were good and obedient.

Easter bunny, Easter bunny, I thought of you during the night,

A gift to me of a colorful Easter Basket, by morning's light.
             Keith Garrett

          EASTER  BUNNY

Where does he come from, this figure of folklore,

A symbol of Easter from many generations ago.

This rabbit that brings Easter eggs during the night,

Also called the “Easter Hare.” Sometimes shown wearing clothes.

As legend tells, he carried colored eggs in a basket, candy, and toys,

To the homes of children who were good and obedient.

Easter bunny, Easter bunny, I thought of you during the night,

A gift to me of a colorful Easter Basket, by morning's light.
             Keith Garrett

                                                  LOLIPOPS

So long ago, remember being a child in the sixties,

Most things were very magical to our eyes.

Cartoons and our favorite cereal, the greatest,

A stick of gum was most fun, Cracker Jacks were one.

A candy bar so sweet, what a treat, so many to choose,

Popcorn and Ice cream, tell me, do you know what I mean?

Lolipops, as a child, do you remember so many colors and tastes?

Red, orange, and green are a favorite kind. What’s on your mind?

Big or small, different flavors  that are recalled, lolipops, lolipops,

For a child, this taste can’t be beat, lolipos are the biggest treat.

Keith Garrett

               "BUTTERFLY"

I can see in your eyes, oh! Butterfly, how is it you fly,

Colors of bright fly in the sky, Spring is your moment,

The warm season sets you free, you belong to no one.

Butterfly in the sky, you travel a great distance, floating,

Do you know who I am as you drift on by, peering into my eyes,

You are a butterfly, small and quiet, not long is your life.

Dare to fly, disappear before the night time, where do you fly,

I saw into your eyes as you did see mine, more than a butterfly,

Fly Butterfly, fly beyond the night to where one day everything meets.

                        Keith Garrett

            ALWAYS A SHADOW

The sun comes up, and the sun goes down,

They’re everywhere and always, make not a sound.

Shadows from clouds cast upon the ground,

As the sun goes down, shadows all around.

Shadows upon the mountains in the early morning light,

In the early evening, shadows that hide as darkness is in sight.

Always a shadow, shapes and sizes stretched out across the land,

Shadows of figures, like ghosts, phantoms here and there.

Always a shadow, we carry this with every step we take,

Always a shadow, even with the light still upon our face.

              Keith Garrett

 Flaming hot,  a sauce that really sets you off,

one hundred and eight degrees,  breathing the heat.

Lightning strikes a hillside, watch the flames as they spread,

A comet racing through space, burning all the way.

Fire burns in many ways; hot is the raging fever inside,

The sun explodes far out in space, flames shooting into the dark.

Fire in your opponent’s eyes stands out blood red,

Lava that shoots into the sky flows like fire  into the land,

Fire is fire, hot to the touch, fire burns many things up.

Keith Garrett