A SIMPLE MIND, A HEART SO PURE


  He lived a life of dreams, the world was a strange place,


  A boy so different to others, he learned to run away.


  A simple mind, called stupid for the way he saw things,


  A girl he would befriend, under a big Oak tree they 
  Would swing.

  A simple mind, a heart so pure belonged to this thinking
  Man,

  He saw all things in such a simple manner, a gentle soul.


  Time would take him full circle, back to where he started,


  He would love, lose, and then love again, a girl on a swing.


  A child of his own, married did he this love from childhood,


   He had everything to share, sickness would take his love away,


  A simple mind, a heart so pure, would bury his wife under that 
  Oaktree of before.
                                                      Keith Garrett