STRENGTH


 The lion Is strong and fearless as he roams' 
 The jungle,

 It Is known that he Is there, his crown Invisible, 
 But seen.


 There Is strength In a man whom stands' up for what 
 He believes,


 He Is strong and powerful with words' of knowledge or 
 Silence.


 Doing what Is hardest, doing what scares one but must 
 Be done,


 Facing ones' self In the mirror and admitting he has 
 Faults.


 Strength Is letting your emotions' show but kept In 
 Control,


 Knowing Inside there's a man although vulnerable.



 I am a man, I have strength.



                               Keith Garrett

                    A WAND OF MAGIC

 In hand, a wand would make me a magic man,


 Not even a word and crime would disappear.


I could stop time, rid the world of trash or pollution,


 Take away the sick waters of rivers and oceans.


 Murder on our land would be stopped with a hand,


 The ill would be no more, cancer but a memory.


 I could run fast or jump high,


 A tear would be one less for all of mankind.


 The cruel slaughter of creatures in the world,


 With a wave from my hand, this would end.


 A wand of magic need not be that of evil,


 For love and good, the hand that holds this wand.


 A wand of magic is not to be real,


 We can wish, hope, and pray, that it all goes away.

               Keith Garrett                                                     

                       DREAMS'


 Dreams,' like the hopes and wishes that rest 
 In our hearts,

 Some come true, If for us only a shattered few, 
 Like you.

 Dreams' are a look Into the future of our wanting 
 Thoughts,

 Reasons' and seasons' for them to be or be not.


 Dreams' may bring love to a heart so lonely and 
 Of care,

 What Is a dream If never with another shared.


 I dream of one day when a dreamers' heart finds mine,


 We'll walk as one but two different lives.


                         Keith Garrett

                   DOES THE SKY DREAM?


 The sky Is always night somewhere In our world,


 Does It dream as It sleeps, there where It rests?


 Awake as It does to the morning sunlight,


 In another place, It goes to bed again for the night.


 There are friends' all around this wide open space,


 That watch over each other In Its' universe.


 Does the sky dream, always as It exists,


 What would It say If to us It spoke?


                  Keith Garrett                

                                                                                                 
           AND THEN THERE WERE NONE



 A fight for survival, mans quest for power to rule,



 Fear and ignorance but money will be the tool.



                                                                                    Inventors of destruction, builders of a  force,



 The enemy is our brother, traitor to the land.



                                                                                        Which side are we on, who is on our side,



 Conflict and hatred, how many must have to die?



 And then there were none, not much left to say,



 Put the bombs away, we may have another day.


                        Keith Garrett

                  AND YET I HOPE


 I want to say hello to you and take your 
 Hand in mine,

 And whisper that in every way I think you 
 Are divine.

 But always you are out of reach as much as 
 Any star,

 And always I must sigh for you and worship from afar.


 And always I must dream of you and wish the day 
 Would be,

 When we would be together and you would belong to me.


 I know that time may never come and yet I hope and pray,


 That I may kiss your loving lips and I may hear you say.


 That we will share the weeks and months and all the years
 In store,

 And you will be my sweetheart and my love for evermore.


               Leon Russell Garrett

                    My father.

                      UNIVERSE


 Created within me Is the answer to the beginning 
 Of time,

 Is there a start or finish, an end or beginning to 
 What's mine.

 In many a direction I must be,


 Everything travels' through my darkness, who knows' 
 What there is to me.

 Older than anything, how long have I really existed,


 Where do I come from, Is the answer a mystery never 
 To be discovered.

 All things' that live within my space,


 Rotating forever, will they always be In this place.


 I am the universe, not knowing what I really am,


 With no air or much light, not a visitor from your land.


 I'll stay here, who can say just how long,


 Perhaps till an end comes to my time.


                    Keith Garrett

                      TRAIN RIDE

 Awaiting Its' arrival as here It comes to 
 Take me away,

 Sounds like thunder rumbling down the track, 
 Whistling.

 Puffing black smoke up Into the air, Its' headlight
 Shining,

 This monster of steel Is here, time for me to climb 
 Aboard.

 Listen to the hissing from this steam engine, hear It,


 We take off heading through the hills' with much to see.


 From out of the window stare do I as we pass through,


 Darkness from within a mountain carved out a passage.


 Tons of rock and dirt hanging above us as we travel,


 Moving through this tunnel Into the light, sun going
 Down.

 I listen to the sound of the power of this traveling 
 Train,

 Out of the window Is a clear sky as the light from the 
 Full moon.

 Shines down, guiding our way across the land.


                           Keith Garrett 

                     IN SEARCH OF


 In flight, searching for hope of a better today,



 Into the sun, across the wide open ocean below.



 The sky has many colors' today, look to the sky,



 Seagull soaring up so high, through the earths' window.



 Freedom to wander, to fly, why can't I fly up so high,



 Everything Is seeking In search of answers' of their own.



 As a bird In flight, a man walks' the road, 



 In search of his own Independence of where he belongs'.



    "Keep searching"          Keith Garrett                           

                  AT THE TOP OF THE HILL


 From where I stand It seems' so high,


 My struggle to climb up near the sky.


 To get up there at the top of the hill,


 Will take my energy, also my will.


 Scrapes and bruises are a part of my quest,


 Where I'd like to get for my life to be the best.


 Slip I might or stumble along the way,


 Giving up Is not part of my game.


 When I get there at the top of the hill,


 Accomplished my fight for the thing I did want.                    


                  Keith Garrett