A reel to reel movie, a painting so old,

An old photo album covered in dust.

Growing up in a town long since gone,

Relics, skeletons from our yesterday.

Memories are not so clear, gone with the years,

Sometimes forgotten, at times not remembered.

Blocking out things we wish no longer to see,

The mind is a special place of reality and fantasy.

Sometimes we try to go back from within, inside,

Finding that we are lost, our way is like a fog.

Fades, does the picture, scenes of our time,

A little taken away, as we age from day to day.

Keith Garrett




We started searching for you yesterday as you disappeared,

You were gone, no trace or clues to what could have happened.

Never giving up hope, day and night we are working to find you,

What happened?, only you and perhaps another has the answer.

There has to be a reason, where are you! could you be hurt,

Did you possibly decide to go away, I know everything is not okay.

Find me!, I am here below the shrubs, down from the main road,

I lost control of my car and crashed, Yes! I am hurt and can’t move.

The road is noticed as cars do pass by, I’m close by, close to home,

I think you’re too far away, find me! I’m alive! don’t let me die!

I’m here waiting, I know you’ll find me, I’ll be alright, a beautiful night.

Keith Garrett




Thinking back to those hot Summers between nineteen seventy two

And nineteen seventy seven in Yorba Linda, I see from my mind great times.

Parents at work just as were most every house when I was a kid,

My stepsisters Barbara and Denise would stay with us for the Summer.

Mornings were always good as we would sleep in if we wanted, I recall,

There we were, nine kids in the house running crazy, laughing, maybe fighting.

Everyone doing different things, of course, we had better have cleaning done,

We spent days swimming in the pool, the girls, my sisters Cheryl, Kathy, and Tammy

Were doing their own things, Kathy and Barbara probably hiding smoking cigarettes.

I use to hide a tape recorder under Kathy’s bed until they left and then listen for facts,

They would say all sorts of things, blackmail, something to hold over their heads.

Tammy was and still is the youngest, for being so young she learned to be wild,

She had no choice but to learn to fight back with eight others picking on her.

Gary was the oldest and as my parents said! he was in charge and supposed to watch us,

Well? he gave us lots of advice to get ourselves into trouble, many of his ideas.

He was my older brother and although we would fight at times if anyone bothered

Me he was around to kick their ass because that’s the way he was and family should be.

He went to Bernardo, and Esperanza high school, ran track and partied,

Fernglen drive was a street I loved living on and sure will always remember.

My brother Leon liked to hang out with his best friend Tony Ingalls, they were pals,

Leon at that time thought Gary was the greatest, he would try hanging around him.

My sister Valerie was the second youngest whom to me was much different than the rest,

She liked swimming and like everyone else played outside, she didn’t seem as loud.

She played hide and seek and other games in the dark of night with the rest of us,

Valerie sure didn’t find trouble the way some of us did, a good person with the same smile to this say.

We were kids, a family living in Yorba Linda back in the seventies on Fernglen Drive,

Messing around on the weekends, out in the hills before they were destroyed by greed.

Imaginations used before so much technology took away the dreaming minds of a child,

Active back in those days were children, chasing the sun till the day was done, after dark.

Whatever we believe, with our parents if to this day we disagree or did not see eye to eye,

I think we all owe them a world of thanks for the lives we had back then even with childhood scars.

Just as they could never be perfect it stands that for certain neither were we, remember a time,

Why is it that we can only go back, visit in our minds our yesterday, why can’t we walk backward.

A reason from god, one of his great mysteries, perhaps we were supposed to have understood then,

While we were running and playing as children we weren’t looking for the future or thinking we

We were going to lose the days as we now stand in the future and those days lost are in the past.

Like leaves we are scattered in the wind, we travel a road we choose, distance in miles or in thought,

Always in my thinking mind, my family close by or far away, I wait and watch to see them another day.

Keith Garrett




How is it possible to change the world,

Can one man get it started, where to begin.?

Do a favor of unselfishness and ask that in return

This person do three favors,

Two more favors of you must be accomplished to start.

It is that someone first did a kindness for you,

They then asked of you to do these three things.

Favors of three may be quite a sacrifice indeed,

A price this may be that you pay in many a way.

A person, just one to take a chance is possible,

If each that have been given this gift does in return

Pass it on then it will never stop.

The world would be as one family, in other words,


Keith Garrett




They soar to the sky, sound of engines screaming,

Above them the great beyond, below, land and sea.

Patrolling the skies, keeping the enemy far away,

Ready for the fight, battle if they must.

Danger is anywhere, men who will give their lives,

These are the fighter pilots born to fly.

Look up high and see as the jet wash trails go by,

Faster than can be imagined, bravery is alive.

Fully armed when duty calls them to the sky,

Fighter pilots defend, they travel far and wide.

Wherever they are, wherever they may go,

They wear a uniform representing the American soul.

Keith Garrett



By myself as I am sitting beneath the warm, rising sun,

There exists a slight, cool, morning breeze around me.

Watch I do as the tall, dancing, trees stand high above,

Rays from the sunshine through the branches of leaves.

What surrounds me this day is taken for granted beauty,

The quiet is an always wanted gift that will never go away.

The calm pond water rests around me while I think and dream,

When I look down to find my reflection I see not me but that of other days.

My thoughts take me to yesterday, far, far, away as if it were today,

The water is quite still now like clear, shiny, glass, I drift off like a dream.

Faces in the water, clearly I can see with memories faces in the water,

Days of old, friends scattered with time are seen floating in the sun.

Keith Garrett



Disguises are worn, they hide a world of fear,

Hidden with colors of false smiles or frozen frowns.

We laugh and we dance, juggle our thoughts and emotions,

Our world Is a cage, a circus of freaks and entertainment.

We challenge our own mortality, on a high wire we dance,

Shot through a cannon to where we may land, life In hand.

Faces of clowns, dressed In costumes they seem secure,

Acts put on for children, are they not the young that have tears.

We dress in our own costumes, put on a face that we choose,

Is what appears real only a magicians magic, a trick of sorts.

Whatever expression we wear, whatever makeup we’re made of,

Faces of clowns, we all wear faces of clowns.

Keith Garrett