ARMS OF GOD


 Outstretched, they reach far and wide, around 
 The world,


 Fierce and strong, they can crush or destroy 
 What's needed.


 Careful and loving as they will comfort when the
 Going is tough,


 A being so full of mystery, with power and wisdom 
 So unknown.


 Creator of all that we know and more, arms of God 
 Will carry us home,


 Wherever you may be, within all that we see, they 
 Exist to help us up.


 Touching a universe that seems to have not an ending 
 of discovery,


 The arms of God are not to be seen as they are not a 
 Fantasy or a dream.

                                  Keith Garrett

                    HUMMINGBIRD   


 Wings fluttering so fast in sight, 


 Yet hovering in one place, a color so bright.


 Small as they are yet fast they disappear,


 Where do they go when darkness is in the air.


 Searching for nectar in flowers of a tubular shape,


 From here to there, they move swiftly to anyplace.


 Mysterious they appear, like no other type of bird,


 When they pass you by, slightly they are heard.

                                  Keith Garrett

               HIS FACE IN THE WINDOW

 Passing by as I do each day, there stands a 
 House of yellow,

 The yard is most beautiful with many colors of 
 Blooming flowers.

 Shrubs and trees that dance in the wind, the morning 
 Sun shines,

 The birds and squirrels rise early to the day, 
 Gathering What's before them.

 My days'  are the same as they are different in many 
 Ways,

 The sun rises and sets while i go about every busy day.


 Seen by me is his face in the window, most often you see,


 His yard is always so amazing, outside he's never to be.


 I've never seen his face so clear as to know him very
 Well,

 Never have we even spoke, i don't even know his name.


 His face in the window, it's all I know to be,


 Who is this man and what kind of life has he seen.


 Why does he only show his face in the window,


 Does he really hide inside, is his life just passing 
 By,

 Or is it perhaps that he only shows himself in the 
 Night.

                    Keith Garrett 

                PUPPETS AND CLOWNS


 Dressed up each day in what we are to wear 
 For the man,

 For work not for play, every day survival, an outfit, 
 Our costume.

 A ritual practiced, obey fore to be compensated,


 With the printed paper handed to us so that we are 
 Of worth.

 We're to let them pull our strings, dance and put on 
 A certain face,

 Puppets and clowns, humiliating and a sad disgrace.


 We're to have no real thoughts of our own,


 Speak so that they do not hear,


 Put on an act for those who are made up of power, 
 False power.

 Puppets and clowns, puppets and clowns, are we they?


 Turn it around, is the world upside down, we have 
 No strings,

 We dance for no one, only for fun.

                          Keith Garrett                                     

                 ON THIS MOUNTAIN


 As a child he lived here many years before,


 The great depression was not a time of all 
 Pleasant things.

 It was however a time of childhood, a sunset for some,


 There was a family of fathers and mothers, sons and 
 Daughters.

 A boy was he of seventeen, a dreamer, a writer,


 He had nothing but he had also everything.


 On this mountain in Virginia, he was born,


 So many days ago, long gone are they now.


 He wrote his many thoughts by a lamp in the night,


 Played games with his brothers and sisters.


 Together this family sat together for dinner each night,


 A lifetime ago is when this story was told.


 By a boy who with his family struggled but did laugh
 As they

 Were blessed with much love and togetherness,


 On this mountain, once upon a time.

                            Keith Garrett

               MAY I HAVE A DRINK OF WATER?


 In search of water, will i have to travel any 
 Further,

 The Summer is quite hot and i am very thirsty.


 For granted we have taken the rain that fills 
 The lakes,

 See the lakes as they sink lower, a hole in the 
 Ground one day.

 The waterfalls so beautiful fall down with cool 
 Splashes we see,
 Watch as they trickle, drying up, no more will 
 They be but a dream.

 Rivers and streams are places of beauty  that 
 Never cease to be,

 Take a look as before your eyes they slowly dry 
 And go forever away.

 May I have a drink of water, will it ever again rain, 
 What happened to the rain?

 If ever again a cloud in the sky, pray that drops of 
 Water don't pass us by.

                      Keith Garrett                                     

                  FROM 18 UNTIL THIS DAY


 Much younger was I back when the sun rose much 
 Higher in the sky,

 Still but a teenager as once a thought that I 
 Might have been a man.

 When I was eighteen I was going to the beach, 
 Dreaming about life ahead,

 Long blonde hair and searching for that always 
 Wanted summer tan.

 The sun begins to move west and I go beyond those 
 Teen years,

 I follow the sun, it looks down upon me each  
 Morning Then I chase it.

 I walk the road, I live my life, the sun travels 
 Further than I can run,

 The  more I follow then the older I seem, I have 
 dreamed, No more eighteen.

 I am older than some friends once were, older than a 
 Father gone far away,

 From 18 until this day I have changed in different 
 Ways, The sun now half way.

                               Keith Garrett                          

                I AM A BEE!


 In the Spring and Summer you'll find me around,


 Even In the Fall I am found.


 Flying and buzzing Is not the only thing that I do,


 My love for making honey Is so very true.


 My quest Is not to sting though my reputation Is this,


 Just like you, to survive and be left alone Is my wish.


 Many cousins' to me In this world,


 Different are they, this I will say.


 They all slap at me, run away, and scream,


 If only I could laugh then they would hear me.


 What frightens' them, I'm so small you see,


 I'm tiny, I'm fragile, I'm only a bee.


                            Keith Garrett                               

                     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