VISIONS'


  Waves crashing against the rocks, moving upon the sand,




  Beyond the horizon the sun going down, the sky Is a scene.




  Water of such a brilliant blue, foamy white, leading the way,




  Visions' of colors', visions' of memories come to life.




  Through the eyes are seen lively dreams', what Is made,




  The world Is a wonderful, colorful, memory some day.


                                            Keith Garrett