A PERFECT MOMENT

                                                                                                   
                  A PERFECT MOMENT



 When darkness falls and the night is quiet,


 Fighting is no more, words are of silence.


                                                                                        
 Sitting on a bench, hand in hand,


                                                         
 A drink for two on my private land.


 When echoes of sirens are no longer close,


 screams of the freeway are not near my home.


 When all is everything I want it to be,


 A fantasy is made in my own world to see.


 A perfect moment can only be what we make it to be,


 Things of change piece by piece, a perfect moment 
 Can be anything.

                          Keith Garrett

A MOMENT IN THE SUN

                    A MOMENT IN THE SUN


 Has it always been mine since the beginning of 
 My time,

 I was born to run, I was born to chase the wind, 
 So I run.

 I've walked along the shore, my feet wet in the sand,


 Holding hands, by myself I stand alone, a man.


 There's been at times much fun, I am not done,


 Friends and loved ones vanished as the hourglass runs.


 When will it come I ask! this moment, my moment in 
 The sun,

 It was yesterday, appeared again today, did I not see,


 Tomorrow will I wonder when it is to be as it lives all 
 Around me.

 I had dreams of a girl once upon a time, she came to
 visit me,

 She came to say hi, for just a moment in time, a moment 
 Gone by.

 I've had a moment in the sun, a moment to run, to chase 
 The wind,

 I've had a love who went away with the passing day, 
 She flies.

 My journey takes me to a place, but who follows behind,


 On another day will catch me, slow down to that which
 May be.
                                     Keith Garrett
                                                                 


                               


                                    


                    


                                 


                           


                                   


                         


                             


                         

                                   
                                                                                       


                                         


                                             


                     


                                                                                                        

MYTHICAL GHOSTS

                 MYTHICAL GHOSTS
                                                                                                                     
                  Keith Garrett
 In our minds do they live, exist only in our dreams,


 Gaze out into the night, beyond the stars in the dark.


 Remember as a child you would put a tooth under your 
 Pillow,

 As you slept a fairy would visit and replace it with 
 Riches.

 Mother nature we do not see as a mortal but live 
 Within her,

 She is known by all with the changing seasons of time.


 As you drift off into slumber it is he who watches over,


 A man who possesses a dreaming sand for a believer.


 Grants do he the gift of love so fine from an arrow,


 Only Imagine this ghost fore he is forever cupid.


 He's as old as the universe, he's of the beginning,


 He knows of life, the name is father time.


 A cold sort of spirit, he exists from a myth,


 When the freeze of night comes, lives does Jack Frost.


 Eggs in a basket, colored and decorated for a child,


 Jelly beans and treats from an Easter bunny not seen.


 Last but not least, a jolly old man with a beard so 
 White,

 He  gives to the world on Christmas eve, Santa Claus.

I DREAMED I WAS A CHILD

                 I DREAMED I WAS A CHILD


 There was a place, there was a child, was it real, 
 Why was he crying,

 A street, a neighborhood, a school where laughter lived, 
 Clowns on a wall.

 Duck, duck, goose and a circle of friends, round, and 
 Round they run,

 A boy named Grover, swing sets and a dream, I walk 
 There it seems.

 A small boy, lonely in his thoughts, a dreamer of things 
 Not to be thought,

 Monsters under the bed, who peeks in the window above 
 His frightened head.

 I dreamed I was a child but who is it I be, a fathers 
 Son from yesterday,

 A child trapped in a place that does not let go, cartoons 
 And sounds of planes.

 Reality was but a moment, childhood innocence and magic 
 Slips away,

 Where were you little girl when my October drifted into 
 Eternity.

 Imagination and ice cream trucks playing musical tunes 
 for A dime,

 Warm Summer days lost in a mans' child dreaming eyes.


 It rests in cobwebs, it quietly waits for my return,


 A place hidden from my mind, it watches, it knows what 
 I have seen.

                      Keith Garrett 

FOR THIS RANCH, WILL YOU DIE?

            FOR THIS RANCH, WILL YOU DIE?


 This place of beauty has stood here for generations,


 Built by a great, great, Grandfather a long time ago.


 Times have changed in this world around a ranch,


 The fight to keep what is yours has been since time 
 Began.

 You battle, climb the hill with sweat and tears, for 
 This ranch,

 Family before you have sacrificed in ways you can't 
 Understand.

 What does your heritage mean to you? will you die if
 They try to take your home?

 For this ranch, will you die? will you shed a tear for 
 Those who bled before your time?
                         Keith Garrett

BY THE CREEK IS WHERE I DREAM

                    BY THE CREEK,

                  IS WHERE I DREAM


Away from everyday, away from what is always seen,


 To a place of peace by the water, where the grass 
 Is green.

 Birds of song dance in the sky, here in solitude, 
 This is I,

 A giant oak tree that's as old as many night skies, 
 By the creek.

 Myself searching for a dream come true, seeking in my 
 Reflection,

 In the still water a face of a man staring at me, what 
 Does he see?

 By the creek is where I dream, lost wishes sleep at 
 The bottom,

 This always working mind tries desperately to awaken 
 Them.

 I'm a different sort of man now, lessons of mistakes 
 Learned,

 Taught by what and the who of that which is gone away,


 Lessons learned from the no more, by the creek, by the 
 Creek.

                      Keith Garrett. 

GRANDCHILD

                                                                                         
                       GRANDCHILD


 A dream, a mystery, for me has not been seen,



 A child just born to this world, I have learned.



 A descendent, a great grandchild to my Father, mother,



 A young child so new, I heard you're a little boy, 
 I heard.


 Not your name can I say, I don't know you, no name given 
 To me.


A grandchild, not for me to see, a daughter so bitter, 
Sorry.


I say to you Grandchild, I am Grandfather with a name,


 One day you will understand, anger and a grudge will
 Haunt your land.
                                 Keith Garrett

TRIALS OF A MAN

                  TRIALS' OF A MAN


 Once a child, a small boy from many seasons' past,


 In this time and place destined to be a man.


 Through many battles I've had to persevere,


 Like heading Into a strong never ending wind.


 I'm learning to move away from the confrontation,


 Choosing a new direction, energy not wasted.


 Struggling to do everything right as I walk forward,


 Positive lessons' to take ahead, I've learned from 
 My past.

 At one time I put away my faith, put It high on a shelf,


 Keep living, keep moving along, and try always.


 I've had losses and love lost but this won't end me,


 In this, things gained simultaneously.


 I still seek some of what's been lost, still within 
 Reach,,

 Some gone forever, forever a memory.


                    Keith Garrett

MY FATHER, LEON RUSSELL GARRETT

                       MY FATHER,
                  LEON RUSSELL GARRETT,
                 EIGHTY NINE YOU WOULD BE
 April 11, 1932, you had a life and a family as a 
 Child,

 A father, brothers of two, Alice and Barbara, all 
 Of you.

 How it must have been back in those days of childish 
 Play,

 Running within the trees, simple games with friends 
 Of the day.

 A boy scout, what were your thoughts and dreams of 
 Yesterday,

 High school and girls, when the fifties began, already 
 The Korean war.

 You were such a young man, writing your thoughts upon
 A ship,

 From out of Virginia, the Newport News and across 
 The ocean.

 You had a life, a wife, and children, your spirit 
 Wanders Beyond this Earth,

 Today you would be eighty nine years, Happy birthday! Dad, 
 Forever missed.
          Keith Garrett

TO CATCH THE WIND

                    TO CATCH THE WIND


 Out there free, in the early morning light from 
 The sky,

 A shadowy figure stands motionless as the wind blows 
 Across the land.
 
 Feeling the fresh air swirling around this powerful 
 Spirit,

 It raises its head to the rising sun.


 Miles, and miles to the North, South, East, and West,


 This great beast can run under the wide open sky.


 This miracle of nature, a magnificent creation  from 
 Heaven,

 With speed and quickness, gallops to everywhere.


 Such a gentle friend which stands up tall,


 Fast, Oh! so fast he may run, and run to catch the wind.


                 Keith Garrett