VOICES


 Around us, we hear those who speak,
 Words and phrases to others' who will hear.


 So many different tones from mouths each day,
 Softly spoken or In a deep mean way.


 Talking a lot Is a way for some,
 Fast and unclear Is another way too.


 We hear many voices as we spend our day,
 Talking about their lives and crying about their pain.


 Voices are heard singing songs,
 Which makes us happy and brings our emotions outside.


 On the phone, there are voices, to us spoken words,
 We can't even see them but still they are heard.


 Without voices, we will not be heard,
 If we are not heard, then there Is silence.


                  Keith Garrett  

                     UNSEEN


 I'm all around, sometimes I'll go away,




 In the morning a visit, maybe at the end of your day.




 I've been known to whisper or at times a scream,




 I push through the trees, perhaps awake you from 
 A dream.



 I may go very fast or swirl around,




 Everywhere Is where I am bound.




 Since the beginning of time, from then I was born,




 Always will I be here with an unseen form.


                     Keith Garrett

                THEY ONLY KNOW MY NAME


 My face is seen through eyes that do not see,


 Opinions or judgment, anger or jealousy.


 They form their own truth, they make themselves 
 Believe,

 That I am something less than what I know to be.


 A first impression, a bad impression,


 Who are they who think they sit on a throne.


 If they look to the mirror, no perfection to see,


 They only know my name, they do not know of me.


 A story they tell amongst themselves,


 They do not stand and face me.


 It is only heard by my ear from breath to breath,


 They only know my name, they are known to me.


                     Keith Garrett  

                    THE WAY IT IS


 The leaves, they fall from the standing trees,


 Birds in the sky fly, short are their lives.


 A boy and girl holding hands in the dark,


 An Image in time  as they become man and woman.


 Seasons of four change through the year,


 Love has a season, sometimes a lifetime.


 The night's are always dark, a still quiet,


 Just as the day is light, the world is alive.


 Summer's with friends often come to there end,


 Time marches on, that's the way it is.


 Fly away little bird, animals run till they're done,


 A son, a daughter go away with the setting sun.


 The way it is, just the way it is,


 We're born to die, someday to touch the sky.


                     Keith Garrett   

                    THE WARRIOR


 Dressed for battle, he stands ready to fight, 
 The warrior,

 Fear lives within him for this emotion brings wisdom.


 Strong, as he fights for that which he believes,


 A lonely way of life but a man makes a choice, a stand.


 A family, not in this souls plans, born to walk alone,


 This chosen way that may haunt is just a house of cards.


 It's not said that a bad man is he, quietly the sun 
 Rises for him,

 This path chosen, a quiet one if those to let it be 
 Not a fight.

 Always ready for battle, though silently lives in the 
 Shadows,

 This wanting to be left in peace man is a warrior on 
 His own.

                        Keith Garrett

                  THE FLOWING RIVER


 I sit and watch the flowing river, the river
 Runs away from me,



 I'm here alone beneath the singing trees, the river 
 Flows into the sea.



 Looking down upon the valley, the river flows between 
 The rocks and me,



 I watch the trees, the valley is seen, the flowing river 
 Is a forever dream.



 The sun is setting upon all that is seen, I am life 
 And the river is me,



 I am not pretend as I have been forever, the flowing river 
 Flows through me.
                                Keith Garrett

                   THE 
               DUSTY TRAIL


 Traveling through an untamed land, I travel,


 All that I own, packed upon my horse and wagon.


 There's a lot of quiet time, thinking and looking,


 As the day ends I set camp, a fire, supper, and 
 My horse.

 Noises of the night are owls, crickets, or the wind,


 Lucky am I to hold this guitar in hand.


 Feed my horse and off to bed for a little rest,


 A gun close by as I sleep with an open eye.


 Just call me bob as when the sun rises I'll be gone,


 A hot cup of coffee, a bite to eat, and off I go.


 The dusty trail takes me to many places of sight,


 I travel by day then it's time to stop for a much
 Wanted, Peaceful night.

               Keith Garrett

                 THESE BOYS' OF SUMMER


 They come to play, these men of the field,


 All dressed the same for this game they don't fear.


 Nine men with a number and a name on their back,


 The goal Is to defend and conquer this enemy who 
 Will attack.

 A crowd will gather In support of these warriors' 
 Well trained,

 They'll cheer till the end, this battle of power that 
 Has it's own name.

 One by one each stands' at the plate,


 As one lone attacker throws' his weapon their way.


 With a bat In his hands,' he defends' his ground,


 A crack that echoes can be heard If he strikes back


 At him what was thrown from the mound.


 They dive and they jump to stop what's sent their way,


 To hold back the attack of nine men here today.


 These boys' of Summer who fight to become,


 Champions' of the game, to be remembered for what 
 They have done.

                      Keith Garrett

                     SOUNDS' IN THE WIND


 The wind has no sound unless obstacles to blow 
 Around or between,

 Through nothing can It pass, an opening must 
 Make way for it.

 Travels' and swirls' across the sky with force 
 nd power,

 Since the existence of time It remains, alive but 
 Unseen.

 The crackling of branches and twigs from the trees,


 Rustling of the leaves moving through the shrubs, 
 Wind has sound.

 Through chimneys' you can hear the wind whistle,


 Fences creek, chimes let you know the wind Is here.


 Windows' vibrate and trashcans' hit the ground like 
 Drumbeats,

 From our ears we hear sounds' In the wind.


                     Keith Garrett

              " THE SKY WENT BLACK"


 In an Instant It was gone, as I looked up the 
 Sun was no longer,

 Nothing was shining, no light In the sky, what 
 Would guide me.

 There's a darkness that surrounds' my world, where 
 Went the brightness,

 Change my thinking, get off this unnecessary roller 
 Coaster ride I'm on.

 Making one material thing or particular person more 
 Valuable,

 Or Important than my own existence In life.


 The sky went black, could this be because my eyes 


 I've closed To my surroundings' over a loss  or what I 
 Perceive as failure

 Has blinded me to the beauty there Is?


 Love Is a great and wonderful experience when It 
 Comes to see you,

 If blessed are you then perhaps It stays', maybe also 
 Goodbye.

 Don't be fooled fore there are many different forms' 
 Of love,

 Looking deep within ourselves Is where this begins', 
 Later outside.

 Yes! the sky went black, again my eyes will open to 
 See the light,

 Never will I give up my fight for the love In my life.


                       Keith Garrett