I write day or night, visions, thoughts within my sight,

It has been said from those behind my back in me no poet,

I am not a real writer fore I have not a famous name.

From the ones we call family is where this criticism lives,

Poetry from me is not real fore I am only me.

They say I am only dreaming, a real writer is in books,

I am a dreamer, I dare too dream, my poetry is real and me.

My poetry has my name therefore not a childs fantasy as is said,

“So tell me all” what then is a real writer or poet if not I,

You and I, we are these things and our names are as great as the rest.

Keith Garrett