WHERE DID YOU GO
MATHILDA?
I saw you In the morning, slept with me,
You did last night,
A tear In your eye but yet you did not cry,
A time for goodbye.
The sun was shining bright, I saw you last night
Beneath a full moons' light,
The bed has cobwebs, only a trace of where once
A smile rested beside me.
Love was as I once loved, forever was today and
Tomorrow never knew,
Where did you go Mathilda, where are you now,
Why did you forget?
A cool breeze visits' an open window, the stars'
Hide within the searching clouds',
I saw you last night as I drifted beyond a dream,
When I awoke there was only me.
Where did you go Mathilda, why did you go away,
Where did you go my Mathilda,
Why was It you could not stay?
Keith Garrett
Author: Man of many thoughts
WESTERN WORLD
WESTERN WORLD
The old west, a place where a cowboy could
Roam the land,
Drifters could be seen riding in from the horizon,
Long ago.
Wagon trains with families seeking that new world
Of hope and prosperity,
Bandits and outlaws robbing banks, criminals of the
Day hanging from trees.
A western town where a sheriff walked the street
Trying To keep some peace,
Gamblers could be heard drinking and howling from a
Saloon long ago.
Dance hall girls dressed for the time, somewhere back
In a western time,
The eighteen hundreds, where pioneers carved a trail
Through the years.
Western world, where families worked the land, the future
Was a mystery to be Seen.
Keith Garrett
THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD
THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD
Through a twister, she journeys' across the sky,
From her home In Kansas, she and her dog said
Goodbye.
To fantasy from reality, In a place she fell,
Of tiny people, In this land where they dwelled.
If home Is where she wanted then a walk she would
Take,
Down a long road of yellow brick, to a city, she
Would make.
Along the way three friends' she would meet,
Searching for something, each one was unique.
Till the end, they would fight a wicked soul,
Conquer and receive what It was they were told.
Click your heels' together, one, two, three,
There's no place like home, back there she would be.
Keith Garrett
THIS BOY FROM TUPELO
THIS BOY FROM TUPELO
From Mississippi, born quite some time ago,
The name of Elvis would be forever known.
Gospel music he could sing very well,
Growing up In a town where the poor would dwell.
He loved his mother, to her a song he would sing,
Noticed by a man named Sam, to a boy, fame this
Would bring.
Moving on to Memphis, a place In tennessee,
A mansion known as Graceland, now the home for he.
Always near by, on him an eye they keep,
Called the Memphis Maphia Is whom they would be.
A show he puts' on In such places well known,
All over the world his legend has grown.
When his time came, the Lord made his visit,
Away Elvis went with him, to the music we still listen.
Keith Garrett
A BIG HEART
A BIG HEART
He was a small man but only in height,
He would lose his wife as a child was born.
Lou was his name, a man so kind,
Trying to survive, taking care of his daughter.
A job was needed, treated like some kind of freak,
Turned away, desperate, he would steal for a meal.
This is not who he was, why are people so ignorant
And mean,
Confined to jail by one whom did not care, a much
Needed favor.
A daughter in danger, this little man with a big heart
Was needed,
Risk his life he would, even for those whom did look
Down upon.
A big heart in a man who did appear to stand taller
than all.
Keith Garrett
A BASEBALL DREAM
A BASEBALL DREAM
On a farm he grew up, the early days of the game,
A bat of his own was made from a tree that stood alone.
He had a name for his bat, a certain magic it contained,
Circumstances would get in the way, a dream put aside.
Disappeared without a trace until he arrived on a day,
His special bat carried in hand, this was to be his last
Chance.
For only a moment he would stand beneath the lights,
A baseball dream before he faded into the night.
Keith Garrett
DARKNESS IN AMERICA
DARKNESS IN AMERICA
Hatred, sickness, plots against our homeland,
They're coming,
They're here in this land, they don't hide as
Their faces are seen.
Work with you they do, maybe a smile as they
Pass you by,
As good people they come in from all sides, they
Don't have to sneak.
They step from planes with passports and go about
Their day,
Cruise do these monsters with no morals, on ships,
Welcome to our home.
We have darkness from sea to shining sea, borders
Are without safety,
They come from there just as they are over there
From here, grow with fear.
A flag they plan to replace, with a flag that waves
For over two hundred years,
Their message is clear, they say it with the murders
Of our people, we don't care.
As they become stronger with power and weapons we sit and wonder,
But It’s real,
What's really going on, can we trust anybody anywhere,
We hope, don't think so.
Darkness in America is growing fast, you can see it as
the sun shines bright,
Pray that a day does not come when our children need to carry a gun
In their hand. Keith Garrett
DAYDREAMER
DAYDREAMER
Forever lost in thought, imagination running wild,
Always wondering about things that can be, things
To see.
Possibilities are endless in a mind that dreams,
Reality is a constant but a daydreamer can escape
And see what he wants to be.
At times a story of fantasy is his dream,
Knows when to open his eyes.
Sees what's in front of him,
Never loses sight of that which can really be.
A daydreamer takes a break to catch his breath,
To imagine and understand what is and what is not.
There is faith and hope in his eyes,
Nothing so wrong as to dream, to keep one's self alive.
Keith Garrett
DAWN TO DUSK
DAWN TO DUSK
I say good night to you, my love and then
I dream of you,
Until another day arrives and life begins anew.
I say good morning in the dawn and greet you with
A smile,
Too thank you for the many ways you make the world
Worthwhile.
Your ever soft and soothing words that calm my wildest
Fears,
Your fond, forgiving nature when I bring you only tears.
The happy songs you sing to me with courage in your
Heart,
And your endearing letters when we have to be apart.
You are my hope and vision and my faithful, guiding light,
In every bright good morning, love, and every sweet good
Night.
Leon Russell Garrett
MY FATHER
DARKNESS
" DARKNESS"
Beauty exists within it, things we can'not see,
It brings to me peace and solitude, I feel at ease.
The less I see brings me a calmness not felt by day,
Darkness can be such a scary place or peaceful.
There are those whom must live with darkness,
Some are however in a darkened place.
Darkness is a friend to others and foe to another,
Darkness holds something for each in this world.
Keith Garrett