FANTASY WORLD


 In a world I can not Imagine, Is where she lives,



 Beautiful, dressed In a costume of unusual thought.



 Around her exists' things' of created Imagination,



 From a dream of futuristic worlds' discovered.



 She Is unknown, a name of secrecy to all beings',



 A vision of a warrior princess among a land of 
 Certain Fantasy.


 A way of life not known or understood by humans' 
 of this world,


 She dreams', she lives In a fantasy world.



           eith Garrett                     

                                                                                                           
                    "LAWMAN"


 He pins on a badge, watches over his town,


 Makes his stand against outlaws of the gun.


 Saddles his horse, gun belt strapped on tight,


 Leads a possee, chases those on the run,


 A lawman is he from sun till sun.


 Not a medal is handed for the life he will give,


 He upholds the law in his long ago town,


 Bandits and killers, he'll hunt them down.


 Lawman for the people, for those whom are of good,


 He knows of his worth, he needs no reward.

                       Keith Garrett

               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 the window above 
 his frightened head.

 I dreamed I was a child but who is it I 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 

                   I BECOME REAL


 I am fantasy, I come to life in dreams in the night,


 I am not real, a made up story created from a pen.


 A cartoon, monster, fables, or nursery rhymes,


 I become real with the Imagination from a mind.


 Superheroes and Frankenstein do not walk the streets,


 Magic spells, wizards, and wooden boys are not really 
 Seen.

 I become real when the world is a scary place to see,


 All things that are Impossible are me when you believe,


 I become real when what you pretend does never end.


                        Keith Garrett

                    I AM SEVEN


 I chase butterflies and try to get moths from vines,


 Model airplanes are a hobby done with my dad,


 A vegetable garden out back, chasing the Ice cream man.


 Coloring books and cartoons on a Saturday morning 
 Is fine,

 A favorite cereal, lucky charms, and Frostio's a 
 Pop tart in my mind.
 Watching the Little Rascals, the three stooges, other 
 Favorite shows,

 Toaster pizzas and a glass of milk on a T.V. tray on a 
 Late summer day.

 Riding my bike, through sprinklers we ran in the sun, 
 A day for fun,

 I am seven as I would someday remember, walking in the 
 Breeze, climbing trees.

 I go to school, walk as I dream, I am a child of nineteen 
 Sixty nine, I am me,

 I run and play at recess with special friends who I will 
 Soon never see again.

 My world is different when I am seven, no worries of the 
 Future, Only a child's day,

 There is a magical side  to my life today, what will I 
 Remember of my time in a place?
                          Keith Garrett

                   MAN ON A CORNER


 Watching the sun go down, his stare seemed 
 Beyond the sky,


 A child so young, from this corner he saw them 
 Light up the night.


 Run with your friends as the sun rises in the 
 Early morning light,


 I have seen a man on a corner since my days of 
 Chasing butterflies.


 Where is it that he goes, what thoughts clutter 
 His mind on many days?


 He begins back in time when he too watched a man 
 On a corner.


 Playing many childish games, we ran until the sun 
 Set in the sky,


 Today as the children play, it is I who becomes a 
 Man on a corner.
       Keith Garrett

                HE TOLD ME OF HIS LIFE

 As he sat down in his rocking chair he began 
 To speak,

 With a smile, he invited me to sit and went about 
 His story.

 His life as a child, at the beginning of a war for 
 Independence,

 On a farm in South Carolina, he lived with a father, 
 Brothers, sisters.

 He went on to tell of adventures in the Summer just  
 Before it happened,

 A big house, great times with family, working the farm 
 Each day was tiring.

 He must have been about ninety years old now, the war 
 And those days long gone,

 A childhood recalled, swimming in the pond with a friend  
 Or two, the night's moon.

 He told me of this war being all around them, nothing  
 Would Be the same, much change,

 Tears in his eyes as he described that time and place 
 Where brothers and family died.

 He sits in his chair today, many years away from there, 
 He lives in that house today,

 He sits in his chair on that porch where as a child he 
 Played, He told me of his life.
                                         Keith Garrett

               FAVORS IN THREES


 How is it possible to change the world,


 Can one man get it started, where to begin.


 Do a favor of unselfishness and ask that in return


 This person do three favors,


 Two more favors of you must be accomplished to start.


 It is that someone first did a kindness for you,


 They then asked of you to do these three things.


 Favors of three may be quite a sacrifice indeed,


 A price this may be that you pay in many a way.


 A person, just one to take a chance is possible,


 If each that have been given this gift does in return


 Pass it on then it will never stop.


 The world would be as one family, In other words,


 A PERFECT WORLD.

                      Keith Garrett   

                 TOMBSTONE

                 O.K CORRAL

More than one hundred years ago In a town 
Of the west,

Cochise County Arizona, Tombstone was the place.


There took place a gunfight at the legendary O.K. 
corral,

Considered the most famous gunfight in the history 
Of the old west.

In the street, possibly a cool, breezy, fall day,  
Three P.M., An end,

Took place did it in a narrow lot six doors west of rear 
Entrance to O. K. Corral.

A thirty second gunfight would be most tragic, a 
Famous story,

Fremont street, the O.K. Corral, Wyatt Earp, Doc
Holliday, Virgil, and Morgan Earp.

A fight with the Clanton's and Mclaury's on October  
Twenty sixth, Wednesday,

Men died, Billy Clanton, Tom Mclaury, and brother frank 
Lost their lives.

Morgan and Virgil Earp along with Doc Holliday were 
Lucky to be only wounded,

Thirty shots fired, they were about six feet apart, 
Men did die,

Wyatt Earp was the only one to escape unhurt, a long time 
Ago in the old west.
                      Keith Garrett

             SOMETHING SO STRONG


For so long now a crushing pain, out of darkness 
I find my way,

The sky I see above rests over the mountain I 
Must climb.

A glow of light finds me as I make my way up 
The endless giant,

There's a faith that guides, I am not afraid for 
Many will stand with me.

Inside this body lives a spirit of neve rending fight 
For survival,

Something so strong, It conquers the force of doubt
In another man.
I may not reach the top but i will try, I will get there, 
I'll touch the sky,

Lost was I, this man of many sorrows, a change in myself 
Is discovered.

Such a long road on my own to follow, travel it with me 
Now and forever,

 I've seen the mountain, I've climbed high with blood  
 And pain, To the top.

 Many have come to watch my flight from the morning's 
 Light into the dark,

 With me they stood strong, they helped me climb when  
 I weakened.

 Something so strong as I would not fall, their strength
 Gave me courage,

 The mountain still stands, again I will climb 
 Stronger each time.

                     Keith Garrett