DRINK FROM THE FOUNTAIN


 Fact or a fantasy, like the wishing, neverending 
 Thought that we can

 Climb up and follow that mysterious rainbow to a 
 Magical land.

 A four leaf clover, that search for the little green 
 Grass of hope,

 Wish upon a star, will It get you far, blow out the 
 Candles.

 Did you get that which you closed your eyes for.


 Drink from the fountain, first you must search the 
 World,

 Reality or a myth, could this be true, did God place 
 Upon this earth

 The fountain of life, Is It possible somewhere hidden 
 Contains a fountain so true?

 How can this be a possibility fore It Is said that all 
 Will someday die,

 If so true then God put It In a place where no man would 
 Ever venture to.

                                        Keith Garrett

                   DROPS OF BLOOD AT MY FEET


 Tears flow from my eyes, I wish not to care about 
 Their minds,

 There is blood flowing through my veins, blood of the 
 Related of many years.

 With every angry sound, from the time the earth started 
 Spinning around,

 As each and every battle from war, cries echo for  
 Thousands of years, with sound.

 Wounds that don't heal as they surface with time, one  
 Wrong word, explosion from the mind,

 Civilizations disappear, towns of people that once were 
 Are no more, things age and die.

 Life is an unusual adventure, travel from a place of 
 Beginning, onward to an earthly end,

 Blood spills in many ways, blood of pain, sorrow, the  
 Hurt From loved one's red every day.

 Drops of blood at my feet, they can not be seen but they 
 Visit me from painful dreams,

 Blood soaked land, drops of blood at my feet, blood on  
 The Hands of many a man.
                              Keith Garrett                                  

                                                                                            
                   BOARD GAME


 Watch the world as the pieces move never ending, 
 The world turns,

 We start from a beginning moving with a roll of the 
 Dice, A card chosen.

 Does God watch as we play, is he in our every move?


 Round and round we go as this board game of life takes 
 Us away.

 Is the game played right, do we understand the  
 Consequences Of our choice,

 Are we the players or are we being played, is there a 
 Point to the game?

 Could the game be everlasting or does it end in a moment 
 For some,

 Spin the wheel, flip a coin, take a chance and walk 
 Your own path.

                    Keith Garrett

                  STRENGTH AND POWER


 With so much force and power am I,


 Formed In the beginning, only time knows just why.


 I travel and move up and down,


 Over and under, my crash forms a sound.


 All that lives here answers to me,


 These creatures are many, on land they're not to be.


 I move along across the sand,


 Sometimes I'm sitting calm, other times, high I'll 
 Stand.

 Everywhere Is seen by me, 


 I've visited far off places just like thee.


 Throughout time many have sailed across my path,


 At times kind I am to them but so many have felt 
 My wrath.

 I am strength and power, I am the ocean.


                                                                                                                                   
   Keith Garrett 

                      COLORS'


 There are many things' through our eyes' we see,
 Images of life born to we.

 Each day we awake, pictures are framed,
 In our minds' colors' are named.

 Blue Is one like an ocean or sky,
 Green Is another such as grass or a dye.

 Red Is hot, dangerous, and bright,
 Like lava or fire when close to your sight.

 Yellow Is soft and warm lot like the sun,
 Purple Is sweet like grapes eaten for fun.

 Orange Is a fruit or a petal of a rose,
 Maybe some candy or colors' of your clothes.

 Black Is a storm or the dark of night,
 Sight taken from you or things' not so right.

 White Is milk or a polar bear,
 A pair of dice or skin that Is fair.

 There are many colors' made to be,
 A favorite for all and one for you and me.


                  Keith Garrett

                CHILDREN WERE WE


 Echoes In time, treasured sounds dreamed In my mind,


 From a lifetime ago In a place from the past, a town.


 Walking In the streets, a simple time remembered,


 Shadows, ghosts of friends' thought of once In a while.


 Warm Summer's with not a care In the world for us,


 Young were we as If today might be yesterday.


 With the wind, the years are swept away Into today,


 The voice of a woman, a girl brought from a distant day.


 Children were we just a moment ago, only a moment ago,


 From a man to a woman again I might know, Images of 
 Children,

 Thoughts of a place sometimes traveled In my mind alone.


             For you,

           Keith Garrett  

                                                                                        
                COMING ON IS AUGUST


 The end of another month, hot Summer nights are here,


 Tomorrow a new day begins, a name for another beginning.


 August brings us a most hated heatwave, long days are 
 Coming,

 I awake in the night to heat that grows stronger into 
 The Morning light.

 Coming on is August when the sun rises to a different  
 Summer Chapter,

 Darkness fades early as the brightness of a morning new 
 Is Upon us all.

 Sleep well tonight, everyone across the world will wake 
 To An August once again,

 What to expect when we rise to tomorrow, get up early 
 To a quiet start.
 Coming on is August, I wait for a cooler day to replace 
 Its name.
                             Keith Garrett

                                                                                       
                BEFORE AND AFTER


 There was a time when I was not here,



 No thoughts, no name or Identity were mine.



 I had no pain or sorrow, not a thing for me to know,



 Where was I before I became me, somewhere waiting?



 A time will come when I am no longer here, will I
 Have thoughts?


 A name remembered, my Identity will not be this body 
 Or mind.


 Again there will be no pain or sorrow, I will be 
 Somewhere else,


 Before and after, heaven bound, where was I before my 
 First sound?

                    Keith Garrett

                                                                                          A  
                 LONER OF A MAN


 He saw the sun but when the sun went down,


 He wanted nothing more of that which was around.


 Heading for the great Colorado Rocky mountains 
 Said he,

 I will not be back until I see a land of eternity.


 A long time ago, this man not many would know,


 As for the few, he treated them with kindness, 
 They would not forget.

 A loner of a man, no choice to love and care, an 
 Inherited family,

 Because he did help another kind, they took from him 
 The love in his life.

 He wanted to be alone and he learned to care, again 
 Only pain and despair,

 A mountain man you see, he had a life, until life met 
 Eternity.
                         Keith Garrett

                  ANOTHER TIME AND PLACE


 I write to you from yesterday, a very long time 
 Ago for you,

 Long before you were born in a town of people and 
 Family.

 My family and I were up before the break of dawn, 
 Working,

 Children of a simple time but at times not so simple 
 You see.

 Horses were a common thing just as your car is in 
 Your time,

 Things of your day not dreamed up as of yet, life was  
 Hard, Also fun.

 Here in yesterday there is sickness that kills many as 
 there is no medicine,

 As I sit here on my farm watching my wife and kids play, 
 I write this to you.

 When you receive my letter it will be that I and those I 
 Love will be gone now,

 You will have all the things that we here have never  
 Seen, Good and bad.

 There are beautiful things and land that will disappear 
 With time, I can see them,

 I live here in another time and place just as you do, 
 I hope this letter gets to you.
                                       Keith Garrett