KEEPER OF THE LIGHT

           KEEPER OF THE LIGHT


 Up In the air, he spreads' his wings',


 He stretches to the heavens' and sees many things.'


 This God of the sun, keeper of the light,


 Soars In the sky on an eternal flight.


 So peaceful Is he, away up so high,


 Forever and ever, this spirit will fly.


 Keeper of the light, what do you see,


 Beyond the sun, a mystery to me?


 Through the wind you travel round and round,


 Watching over this star, from you there's no sound.


 I can only Imagine, you're a spectacular sight,


 Fly way up high, keeper of the light.


                   Keith Garrett

I HAVE A NAME

                   I HAVE A NAME!


 I am a man who Is strong and feeling, I am,


 When my road Is traveled' then power Is felt.


 Hopes and dreams' keep me In stride, my dreams',


 Children have I by the number of three, yes these 
 Three.

  Once there was a wife, then a woman loved by me,


She enters' my world but not often enough, better 
Than not.

 Life puts In front of this soul many beautiful things',


 Stand alone do I as my search continues for her.


 The sun rises which Is a wonderful gift to see,


 Another day to wonder about dreams' dreamed.


           I have a name!


                                                                                              Keith Garrett                

HE HAD A DREAM

                  HE HAD A DREAM!


  He used to be, he walked as a man,
  Growing up as a child, harder than one could 
  Have imagined,


  With strength and courage he stood for the fight,
  So many against him as he marched for what's right.



  At times so scary to speak what you believe,
  Most just complain, oh! not he.



  It took a demon, the devil In disguise,
  To take from him what he told from Inside.



  He was once a boy but grew to become a man,
  To tell of his cause as he walked with the people hand, 
  In hand.


  His name was Martin Luther King,
  He was not forgotten because of an Ignorant mans'  
  Bullet Rind.


  He had a dream, he was a man, his dream Is alive.

                    Keith Garrett

THIS LIFE

                        " THIS LIFE"


 The sun rises to an unforgiving day, what preys',


 Sympathy has no smile, It does not walk my way.


 Faces of lies speak to me, Satan In their eyes,


 Spirit In the sky takes a grip of my hand, strength.


 This Is a mans' land, not of pure and good,


 This life, this life of mine Is an alone adventure.


 Words' pour out of their mouths' like water so dirty,


  Only sounds' do I hear, unrecognizable to these ears.


 They try so hard to take this heart, they can not steal,


 I'm reminded of the hurt they know I feel, not unreal.


 This life, this life takes If It sees a smile and 
 Happiness,

 When It knows It's In me.


                                                                                             
      Keith Garrett

A STRANGER

                "A STRANGER"


 Cobwebs and tumbleweeds, traces of life and 
 The past, 

 A forgotten road not so often traveled, not anymore.


 Where do they go, the ones we once knew and walked 
 With,

 More and more they become ghosts, faded faces from 
 Yesterday.

 Time slips away slowly, Into my tomorrow where my 
 Memories are found,

 Friends' are now strangers, strangers are now my 
 Friends.

 There once lived a woman whom I did not know, she 
 Lived her life without me,

 In her there was not a thought of me, for me she 
 Had no meaning.

 This stranger that I had not met would someday be the 
 Love A man could not forget,

 Like the wind forever blowing, she has drifted, a 
 Stranger I never knew.

 Where did you go,! where did you go,! A stranger I love, 
 A woman I'll never know.

                  Keith Garrett   

I DREAMED I WAS A CHILD

             "I DREAMED I WAS A CHILD"

 There was a place, there was a child, was It real, 
 Why was he crying,

 A street, a neighborhood, a school where laughter lived,
 clowns on a wall.

 Duck, duck goose and a circle of friends,' round and 
 Round, They ran,

 A boy named Grover, swing sets and a dream, I walk 
 There it seems.

 A small boy, lonely In his thoughts, a dreamer of things 
 Not to be thought,

 Monsters under the bed, who peeks In his window above 
 His frightened head.

 I dreamed I was a child but who Is It to be, a fathers'
 Son from yesterday,

 A child trapped In a place that does not let go, cartoons 
 And sounds of planes.

 Reality was but a moment, childhood Innocence and 
 Magic slips away,

 Where were you little girl when my October drifted 
 Into eternity.

 Imagination and Ice cream trucks playing musical tunes 
 For a dime,

 Warm Summer days lost In a mans' child dreaming eyes.


 It rests In cobwebs, It quietly waits for my return,

 A place hidden from my mind, It watches, It knows what
 I have seen.                  Keith Garrett 

ALL THAT I SEE

                     All that I see


 Far In the distance I see hills' standing still,




 Trees of green blowing In the breeze, falling leaves.




 Grass of green that I see below me, vision of paradise,




 A lake that sits' beneath the sky, this sky sometimes 
 cries.



 I am a dreamer who sees with heart and soul,




 All that I see Is not only a dream.



            Keith Garrett

AN OLD MAN

                    AN OLD MAN


 I saw an old man, standing in the sand, with cane in hand, 
 Staring out at the horizon,

 I asked of him what his thought's were about,


 He stared at me with a sigh and a smile.


 I'm one hundred and three as I look to the sea,


 I've outlived my wife and family.


 I've had a life, seen many wonderful things,


 Now an old man, old as the trees.


 I say old man! what is it like to be one hundred 
 And three,

 I don't know, I only know what it's like to be me.


 I asked of him, would you wish to again be a child,


 He replied, my only wish is to again see my wife's smile.


 I asked to him an old man, what's the greatest thing you 
 Have done in such a lifetime,

 His words to me were this, I married a beautiful wife, 
 I walked with her in the sand.

 I saw her smile, and now here I stand.


                                                                                          Keith Garrett   

100 YEARS FROM TODAY

                                                                                                         
     100 YEARS FROM TODAY



 Yesterday, what we see as hundreds of years ago is gone,


 History it is to us, read about in books of long lost 
 times.

 The days are always moving along, we do take for granted 
 The morning,

 The setting sun is a most spectacular sight, heading 
 Into The night.

 Here where we stand may still be standing, another will 
 Be standing,

 100 years from today the world that we know will have 
 Much changed.

 Just as we wonder what life was like back in a time of 
 Cowboys and pioneers,

 Tomorrow's people will also wonder and read about our 
 Time and place.

 100 years from today we will be a part of history, others 
 Will be amazed,

 Just as we are amazed and dream of those times when the 
 World Appeared to be a dream.

                     Keith Garrett

THIS GUITAR

                 THIS GUITAR


 Strum as you will each string on Its' face,




 Words' In tune with every touch of a hand.




 What does It say as you teach It to speak,




 Sound and rhythm of emotion, this guitar.




 Two become one, body and tool, this guitar,




 Learn from It, feel Its' heartbeat of magic.




 This guitar talks' with the help of a wanting heart,




 Listen, listen as It echoes out thoughts', this guitar.


             Keith Garrett