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

ALONG A COUNTRY ROAD

                                                                                                       ALONG A COUNTRY ROAD



                                                                         These things I might find strolling along a country 
Road,

                                                                        From my mind I can create a day or reality along my way.


                                                                    I see the sun rising in the early morning sky, my day 
Begins,

                                                                 Dream do I of a perfect setting, fields and hills of 
Beautiful color.

                                                               Nothing can go wrong, not in this made up scene that 
I want to be,

Swim do I in a pond that appears along a country road,  
Quiet and alone alone.


                                                                 There is a wind blowing through the trees, across the 
field I feel,

Hay stacks scattered in a country dream, a farm where 
I wish to be.

Along a country road all possibilities unfold, from a   
Dream, All that can be seen.

       Keith Garrett

WALK WITH ME!

                       WALK WITH ME!


I'm a bit mixed up Inside as there Is sorrow and pain,


When I think there Is no care or support for me then 
There is you.

I feel that always I stand alone In this world of 
Your creation,

But then you lift me up with an unexpected visitor 
Of peace.

Can there be an evil, a dark cloud searching me out?


Stronger am I, fore this demon that hurts' me Inside 
Will not conquer and steal my spirit.

                
Good will conquer evil and I know I'll be free,


So I ask of you, please! somewhere up there, up 
Above me,

Where Is It you watch, less lonely I'll feel If you'll 
Perhaps just "walk with me."

                                                                                                                    Keith Garrett 

LISTEN!

                         LISTEN!


Close your eyes and open your mind,
Through your ears the sounds' will work Into your 
Thoughts.

When the wind howls It makes a sound,
If a branch falls' from a tree, It cracks' on the 
ground.

Listen as a plane screams' across the sky,
Too the sound of laughter In a yard near by.


What do you hear when you listen to a song,
The sounds' of Instruments playing along?


Do you listen when a love cries out to you?
Possibly what hurts her, you have not a clue.


To nature listen, It has something to say,
Enjoy the sounds' of everyday.


                                                                 Keith Garrett  

AN ALWAYS CHANGING SKY

                                                                                       
                   AN ALWAYS CHANGING SKY


A light shade of gray, evenly covering that which 
Lives below,

Clouds so heavy and thick, with moisture ready to
Rain down.

In the early evening as the sun fades, many shades of 
Color,

After dark on a clear, starry night, you can see 
Forever high.

Big, white, fluffy clouds of many shapes, sitting still  
Above your head,

With the wind, you'll see their shapes change and drift 
Slowly away.

Thunder and lightning visit a dark, stormy day, the sun 
Is there,

Hiding beyond the blanket of nature, the sun still shines
Without sight.
An always changing sky, never the same throughout any 
Given day,

The sky is always there, it is the elements that move 
Through and change it.

                     Keith Garrett

TO SIT IN THE SAND

                                                                             
                   TO SIT IN THE SAND


   
By myself with the wind in my face,


Watching out towards the horizon, i sit in the sand.


Above, only sky that has not an ending to my eyes,

                                                                  Birds that fly, drift silently on by.


The waves are a sight, crashing on the beach,


Who would be the man who sat here once and dared 
To dream?

To sit in the sand, warm to the touch of my feet,


Thoughts fill my wandering mind, what things do all of 
This teach?

To sit in the sand, peaceful is where I am,


                                                                 Memory's of times, all that I did in life,


                                                                                      Felt from inside.


         Keith Garrett

JUST ANOTHER DAY

                                                                                               JUST ANOTHER DAY


                                                                       The sun comes up, taking the darkness away,



                                                                    Sounds from trees, birds are awake for this day.



                                                                 Whether it be clouds or rain, a walk down a street,



                                                                          Just another day but never the same way.



Life and the beauty with it is seen for only so many 
Hours a day,


Take it not for granted as the gift of sight is not
promised always.


Just another day or something new comes our way.


         Keith Garrett

FEAR

                        " FEAR"


To walk alone, the growl of an unleashed dog,


In the dark of night, with nobody else home.


A crowd of people watching as you attempt to speak,


Thoughts' of the past, dreams' of what yesterday may 
Bring.

Crumble to the ground as the fear surrounds' with no 
Sound,

Do not cry, do not walk In circles, do not run, do 
Not hide.

If eyes try to see through your windows' of home,


Is It the thoughts' In your mind or reality of the 
Known.

Fear wears' a face, It has a body and mind, It thinks' 
And sees,

It remembers' the painful monster, It Is you and me.


                                                                        Keith Garrett 

WHAT MAKES GOD SAD?

                      WHAT MAKES GOD SAD?


The wonders of the world, for us he made,


A cool felt breeze on a Summer's day.


Mountains that stand so tall up above,


Oceans and rivers, that which does live in them.


What makes God sad is the hatred towards one another,


The destruction of land for a dollar put in hand.


Thinking of only one's self, perhaps not lending a 
Helping hand.

Murder, the taking of a life, this wasn't his plan.


Pollution of lakes and streams, toxic waste not dreamed,


The air being destroyed, does anybody even care.


Abuse of all that is here, what man values is not what 
He shared,

What makes God sad should bring shame to this world.


       Keith Garrett 

REMEMBER THIS MAN

                   REMEMBER THIS MAN


He lived in a time of war and pain,


A knight of a King, a warrior with a name,


On an island that rests across the sea,


Remember this man who fought in old England.


Centuries ago, stories of old, a time of blood,


Lived by the sword, a fighting man on a horse.


What was his name, does it matter this day,


Did he sacrifice, did this man make a change.


What was accomplished by the blood on his sword,


He killed for a king, a man on a throne.


Tears in his eyes, perhaps on the day he did die,


With his last breath did he ask forgiveness to the sky.


     Keith Garrett