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.

 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

                                                                                                         
                A SEARCH FOR ANSWERS



 Since the beginning of time much curiosity of what's
 Before us,


 Thoughts and questions had man on journeys of discovery.



 About the oceans, such mysteries far down below, always 
 Questions,


 Voyages to find out why and what this all means, 
 Never ending search.


 The mountains, the sky that circles our huge planet 
 That is so small,


 Why in the span of time we get only a moment to 
 Understand our existence.


 A search for answers has been a quest of man since 
 The first breath given,


 Never will it cease to be a search for answers to 
 These questions we seek.

                        Keith Garrett

                      "THE RIDER"


 He'll ride In the morning, through the day 
 Travels the road,

 High upon the hills, a shadow beneath the clouds, 
 He rides.

 Into the wind, the rain blowing against his face, 
 He rides,

 The snow falls as through the mountain passes he 
 Is moving.

 A man with no name, throughout the land maybe a glimpse,


 He's known only as the rider, carrying whatever for hire.


 This horse he rides with colors of solid black and 
 White spots,

 A demon creature, wicked with speed like the wind.


 Brown and black hat worn on his head gives a mysterious 
 Appearance,

 A coat so long for cover and warmth shields him from 
 Weather, The rider.

 Boots on his feet of dark, broken In pattern can be 
 Noticed In the stirrups,

 This man of the land rides and rides just he and his 
 Faithful companion.

 Like a ghost so quiet he roams the wild wilderness 
 of life,

 He's known as the rider, Into the night he rides.


                                 Keith Garrett

                      VISIONS'


 Waves crashing against the rocks, moving 
 Upon the sand,



 Beyond the horizon the sun going down, the sky 
 Is a scene.



 Water of such a brilliant blue, foamy white leading 
 The way,



 Visions' of colors', visions' of memories come to life.




 Through the eyes are seen lively dreams', what Is made,




 The world Is a wonderful, colorful, memory some day.


                       Keith Garrett           

                WHAT CAN A BLIND MAN SEE


 From the sound of anger, a pictured face from a mind,


 A clap of thunder, faces of darkness, a storm on the
 Rise.

 The touch of a woman, from her fingertips to his face,


 Love can be seen from a man with a heart of dreams'.


 A place with no light, what might a man see with no 
 Sight,

 Only that which he feels', always that which Is real.


 What can a blind man see, he sees what Is missing,


 Blinded from the eyes of of the ones' who miss what 
 They see.




                         Keith Garrett                                                                      

                                                                                                        
               A SUMMER NIGHT



 When the sun goes down and the heat of day fades,



 A quiet visits the night, crickets are alive yet 
 Not in sight.


 Darkness has a certain feel to it, peaceful is my thought,



 While many living things drift off to sleep day begins 
 Too.


 Stars so bright hanging in stillness beyond what is sky,



 The moon shows its light,  high above it watches always,



 A Summer night has its own beauty till mornings light.


                     Keith Garrett

                 WHEN WORLDS COLLIDE


 Men are In charge of our world, Ignorance in suits,


 Like children they bicker, should be sent to their rooms,


 Bigger than a child who forgets to get a chore done.


 Could a child do a better job, evil they would not 
 Understand,

 Those who control power are playing with our lives.


 When worlds collide we fight over territory, who with 
 Bigger muscles,

 This be a dangerous situation as strength is a bad 
 motivation.

 God made this world, when did we decide that we were more 
 Powerful?

 With our childish minds we will destroy what has been 
 Created without care.

 Men stand with differences, agendas more important than 
 The end of the world,

 What we want more than money or fame, we want it all, 
 Destruction is coming to us all.

                                  Keith Garrett

                 FROM YESTERDAY


 Your voice was heard from yesterday,


 Echoing my friend, memories of a time and play.


 Where did you go, lost from my life,


 After thirty years, I heard you one night.


 We walked the streets side by side, you and I,


 Boys of mischief with dreams in our eyes.


 From me to you, a best friend listened to again,


 Once upon a Summer, barefoot in the wind.


 From yesterday I could hear the voice of a friend,


 Many miles into life, I hear once again.


 We can't get back those days gone by,


 The gift of a chance for a friend and I.


 Remember two boys from a long time ago,


 They walked the streets, today they still dream.


                        Keith Garrett

                                                                                               
             DAILY PLEASURES


 Wake to the morning, a cup of tea or coffee,


 Feeling the sun shine on a chilly, Fall morning.


 Something to eat as again hunger visits me,


 A shower, a hug from maybe someone you love.


 Feeling good as health is a precious gift to enjoy,


 A stroll down the street just my headphones and me.


 A breath of life from morning through the dark of night,


 Taken for granted at times, daily pleasures are so fine.


                             Keith Garrett

                WILL YOU LOSE YOUR FAITH?


 Life does not always go as we plan,

 Through lessons of hardship we wonder if God is mad.

 A loved one, a friend may be stricken with illness,

 Death may come to one you love, suddenly without warning.
  
 You yourself just might become blind, without legs,

 Suddenly just as the clock ticks life is altered.

 Will you lose your faith, will you be angry with God,

 Will you ask why this has been brought to my life not 
 Someone else.
 You would not wish pain and suffering for another,

 Although you may feel sorry for yourself it happens to 
 Others every day.
 You may lose your sight, a brother or sister may lose 
 Their life,
 As the world turns, as the sun rises and sets, we all 
 Grow a day older.
 Will you lose your faith, will you thank the lord for 
 The life he gave you,
 Will you be grateful for just being here today.


                          Keith Garrett