A MYSTERY


 Something not discovered, a story that grows,



 That which can not be figured out, a mystery.



 Who did it, or how did it happen is a question,



 Responsibility for a disappearance or crime.



 Aliens are around us constantly, keep searching,



 A mystery it is about Jack the Ripper, who was Jack?



 Things exaggerated from the human mind, folklore,



 A mystery grows with time, a mystery created with time.

                  Keith Garrett

                                                                                                      
           A MAN AND HIS GUITAR


                                                                                                
 He came from a long time ago,


 This man of such a character, his music is to know.


 From his days with the James Gang, as an an Eagle 
 He flies,

 The way that he dresses opens our eyes.


 A voice that's unique, that you know him as he speaks,


 He sings his songs, from his guitar his energy was created.


 If his name is not known to you, Joe Walsh will you not
 Forget,

 Such an artist with his tunes, most would like to have 
 Met.

 Joe Walsh is the man, his guitar is his trademark.

                     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

                                                                                               
           A LIST OF THINGS TO BE


 Never an astronaut, dancing slowly upon the moon,


 Flying in a jet across the sky, no, not did I ever fly.


 A football star throwing the ball far, a dream that 
 Won't be,

 Under the lights, a victory on a Super bowl night.


 What is it like to be a movie star pretending to be 
 Many things,

 Known everywhere, this is not what I was born to be.


 An Olympic star, a racer of cars, I wanted to be but 
 That's not me,

 A great writer, a hero of sort would be something I 
 Might be.

 A rescuer of the down and out, a conqueror of 
 homelessness,

 I may not be an Einstein of genius, I am good enough 
 For me,

 A list of things to be, how much can one man need?

                        Keith Garrett

               A HANDSHAKE AND YOUR WORD


 Does it still exist, is it real, remember 
 A time when,

 From so long ago when you learned to trust a man.


 A handshake and your word was good enough for 
 The day,

 Times changed and a lot of  that got lost with a 
 Changing world.

 We became less of neighbors, keeping to ourselves, 
 Doors locked,

 Now it seems that a handshake comes after a signed piece
 Of paper.

 Has its meaning become less, a firm handshake back in 
 Time was the best,

 And your word, what is the worth of your word as you 
 Promise away.

 We trust less now just as it must be fore if we trust 
 We may get burned,

 Make sure there is a witness to a handshake and your 
 Word, Be weary.

                       Keith Garrett

                     A LIGHT IN THE FOREST


 Traveling together were myself and a friend, a getaway,


 Down the long highway we went, weren't sure where 
 We were going.

 We started out driving, searching for that unusual 
 Place of discovery,

 A forest, that would be our destination, we're on our 
 way into the day.

 We travel along talking and listening to our favorite 
 Music getting close,

 Further ahead of us in the distance they appear to our  
 Eyes, Trees so high.

 We'll be going up a ways, where everything is so green 
 And darkness within the trees,

 We make our camp for the night, ready in the morning for  
 Our Walk below the hidden sky.

 Tonight a campfire, some food, laughing with a friend, 
 And sleeping under a star or two,

 Morning light shines down upon the land, we pack our  
 Things And head into the forest.

 Dark, very dark as we make our way deeper among the   
 Ancient Trees, Where are we,

 There's something up ahead, can you see, a light in the  
 Forest, We'll be okay.
        Keith Garrett

                A HORSE CALLED STORM


 Jet black, tall and strong, he stands in the 
 Morning light,

 Out in the grassland roams this free spirit.


 Never ridden, not a man calls him theirs,


 Answers to not a soul does this horse left alone.


 His name is storm, dark as the night,


 Moves like lightning, sounds like thunder.


 Fierce and at times mean is this beast,


 Untamed by man, natural and free.


 He is friends with each day, land where he runs,


 A horse called storm standing in the sun.

                Keith Garrett

                      A GAMBLER


 Spin the wheel, maybe a roll of the dice,


 A bad hand at cards, so it's said, you'll lose 
 Your shirt.

 Bet on a game, football, basketball, baseball,
 It's all the same,

 Your wallet is empty, credit cards are Okay.


 Horses are great, this time you feel lucky inside,


 At the finish line, a house could be on the line.


 Deal in drugs, surely a gambler you'll be,


 If it's not the law, a dead man you might be.


 A car thief is a risk, money at your feet,


 End up in prison, oh! what a life you lead.


 Ask of a loan shark, a favor please,


 Put up your life, no friend indeed.


 A gambler, a gambler, in each one of us may be,


 What risks do you take for all that you need.

                       Keith Garrett 

                                                                                                              
                A FINE CIGAR AND

                                                                                                                
                 A SIP OF SCOTCH


 As a man of business tends to many things,


                                                                                       Pleasure in between is a welcomed change.


                                                                                                Working hard for the life you wish,


 A family of your own, a house if what you choose 
 Is this.

 Sometimes the simple enjoyment from a fine cigar


                                                                                           
 Is all a man needs in this world of ours.


                                                                                                  A regular guy and a sip of scotch,


 Is not a sin when it comes to what's right and wrong.


                                                                                                    A fine cigar and a sip of scotch,


                                                                                        Relaxes a man thinking about what he has,


                                                                                                       And for which he has fought.

                              Keith Garrett

                       A FEARFUL WEIGHT



 Taken for granted the treasures of life,

 Gifts from god bestowed upon the mortal man.

 All that he dreams is for our eyes to  see,

 Health and happiness, love of those whom in 
 Return hope for love.
 A fearful weight upon ones shoulders, pain in the mind, 
 Worries of the day,
 A message that sickness may have fallen upon your lap.

 So afraid that the weight of it being possible that has 
 Made it so real inside,
 Material belongings are of no real value when it comes 
 To the thought
 That the end may be near, of not another breath.

 Treasures of life are the health that you keep,

 Happiness created by only you, too earn and cherish
 The love of as many
 Family members and friends in a lifetime.

 Gifts from god are your own choices to make,

 Free to wander the earth, too witness all of its 
 Mystery and beauty.
 In a moment we are given life, in a moment we 
 Leave this world,
 Taken for granted things we must over and over learn,

 A lesson not forgotten, a lesson well learned.

                         Keith Garrett