TOUGH ON THE SCREEN
                                                                                                                           Keith Garrett

 Heroes or bad guys, they played them all,

 These stars of the movies, where are they now.

 A man named Cagney, Edward G. Robinson too,

 John Garfield, Audie Murphy was quite a hero.

 Jack Palance, a tough man for sure,

 John Wayne, the duke was a man of strength.

 Clint Walker and Richard Boone, big as can be,

 Forrest tucker, James Coburn, men of the screen.

 Marlon Brando had a name as big as life,

 James Dean was a rebel, Richard Widmark was mean.

 Fess Parker was a big man, Gary Cooper so great,

 Spencer Tracy awesome, Humphrey Bogart one of a kind.

 Clark Gable, Anthony Quinn, greatness back in time,

 Charlton Heston and Gregory Peck, actors so fine.

 Lee Marvin, what a look, Charles Bronson, one so tough,

 Kirk Douglas and Burt Lancaster, the talent of two.

 Yul Brynner, magnificent a star, Robert Mitchum bad or 
 Good,
 Sean Connery, accent with a gun, George Peppard, blue 
 Eyes and tough.
 Tall and mean, Clint Eastwood and a lifetime of movies,

 Lee Van Cleef a man with a glare, Steve McQueen big on 
 The screen.
 Jack Nicholson, Peter Fonda, and Dennis Hopper on their 
 Riding machines,
 Tommy Lee Jones and Robert Duvall, they played the hero, 
 They did it all.
 Robert Ryan or Robert Taylor back in the day, tough,
 Some would say,
 Michael Landon, Robert Urich, Lee Majors, they all 
 Were great.
 Robert Conrad was tough, the wild, wild, West,

 William Shatner in charge, star trek, and outerspace.

                    TWO ON A SWING


 Here we are in the late afternoon, the sun 
 going down,

 I came by your house to say hello, it's been 
 Some time.

 I can't believe it's almost Summer can you,


 I see you still have that porch swing your dad 
 Put up.

 How has everything been going for you since I've 
 Been gone,

 I'm glad, I can only stay for awhile, you do 
 Understand.

 Remember the days when we would just talk and sit 
 On your swing,

 The weekends in the Summer sun, laughing and not a 
 Worry to be found.

 We were just kids, young, times like those are memories 
 Of fun,

 I could see your tears when i had to leave this place.


 I'm in your heart as you'll forever be in mine,


 Let's just sit here for awhile until the sun fades,


 I'll never go away, remember two on a swing in those 
 Summer days.

                 Keith Garrett 

                    " MAN OF THE WOODS"


 Born quite a distance from civilized land, 
 This man was,

 In this place, these surroundings of still and
 Quiet lives he.

 Immense sort of a man bearded with scraggly hair,


 Hunts for that which he eats, gun or knife In hand 
 has he.

 In weather hostile or friendly he makes his way, 
 Survives,

 Cabin built of wood Is where this loner dwells In 
 Silence.

 Content to be In this place without another soul 
 For company,

 Whittling wood or the harmonica played Is a passion 
 Of a man alone.

 Fish that have been caught In a stream near by, fried 
 Up for dinner,

 Eating next to a fire that takes the chill from the night 
 As he thinks.

 On the porch settles this soul who exists In solitude 
 Enjoying the night,

 Not so complete without the puff of smoke from his 
 Tobacco Filled pipe.

 As he speaks goodnight to all around, all that lives,  
 He's Off to slumber,

 Who he Is matters' not, man of the woods, farewell.


                      Keith Garrett 

                    HEAVEN IS WHERE


 We live our lives from day to day,



 Wondering what could be when we have to go away.



 Searching for the meaning of this thing we call 
 Life,


 Maybe we should enjoy our time here Instead of 
 Studying why.


 Families have lived since the beginning of time,



 Where have they gone, I think In my mind.



 Another dimension not for us to understand,



 A garden of Eden perhaps In a far off land.



 No suffering of pain or sorrow could this be,



 Another plane of reality.



 Heaven Is where, I do not know,



 Far, far away, I dream this Is so.


                    Keith Garrett                

                "FROM A LONG TIME AGO"


 I lived life times ago on farmland worked with hands, 
 A mans' hands,
 A family we were, my wife, children, and animals for pets, 
 Back in time.
 Possibly I went by the name of Sam, a man of principles, 
 Of beliefs,
 My children may have been raised to believe In the Lord, 
 Too respect.
 If a wife I did have then she might have been a beautiful 
 Woman,
 She would have been a great cook and a fine and decent 
 Person.
 Imagine there would have been much love In our home,

 Working hard from sunrise till sunset would have been 
 This family.
 Friends' and neighbors' with names now vanished Into 
 A memory,
 A town that may have existed but no longer alive, a long 
 Time ago.
 I may have been known as Sam from a long time ago, 
 Maybe so,
 Land I may have owned and worked my fingers to the bone.

 It's possible this man of beliefs had a family that he 
 Loved so much,
 I could have had children of which grew up and had 
 Families too.
 To a man named Sam who may have lived a long time ago,

 Who may have lived with a loving wife, children, and  
 Had many,
 Caring good friends', If I had known you from a long 
 Time ago.

                                   Keith Garrett 

                     FACES OF CHANGE


 I slip and fall, rise up on my feet to walk 
 Once more,

 The hurt shows' through, bothered by me pain of 
 The fall.

 Each day tells' of a different story, a turning 
 Page of this time,

 Memories of a face which lives with me day and night.


 They pass us by, cross our paths' for only a moment,


 Faces of change In a world of mystery and surprise.


 She follows' me on a course far, far away or close 
 Behind,

 Is It that I'm following her as these steps' search 
 to find.

 Faces of difference, faces of change, go away, they 
 Go away,

 Some may stay as others' appear without warning Into
 A hearts' day.

                                       Keith Garrett

                       WRITE THE POEM


 You have it in you, stories to be told,



 It's in your heart and soul, young or old.



 Whatever it may be from the sky to the sea,



 Thoughts from your mind, life, and times.



 Write the poem, write about today,



 Yesterday is gone, words about the sun going down,



                                                                                       Write the poem.

                      Keith Garrett

                    "BILLY  JACK"


 Hatred was not what he was about, time would make him 
 Hate worldly things,

 Hurt was something he did not want to put upon any man, 
 He would be forced to fight.

 He had a temper, beliefs that would put him and those he 
 Loved in harms way,

 He was not wrong, society and those of corruption decided 
 He was not in the right.

 Integrity of one man, again he would stand as one tin 
 Soldier against the wrong,

 He stands at times alone, not without love of the people, 
 Against the corrupted souls.

 "Billy Jack" I read about you as a child, I sat under a 
  Tree As a dreaming boy for a while,             


 A book that made me want to see more, A movie, a man,  
 And Much, much, more.

 You were a war hero just as you did see what was wrong  
 With Government and war,

 Never did you run or hide, you went away at times to 
 Find peace, to be alone.

 Not a criminal or murderer as you defended against those 
 Whom would do you wrong,

 Society saw things a different way when you took off your 
 Boots and raised a gun your way.

 On the bloody morning after, one tin soldier rides away, 
 Then back he would stay
                    Keith Garrett

              IN THE SUMMER RAIN


 Walking the trails, baby you and I, together 
 Under a clouded sky,

 Dark and stormy, the wind howling through the trees 
 Speaking as it travels.

 You start running across a wide open grassy field, 
 Wind blowing your dress,

 Your hair so long and beautiful flowing In the days' 
 Breezy weather.

 Chasing you do I along the path created by your 
 Footsteps Following you,

 Thunder rumbles through the clouds, the wind making the 
 Grass wave across the land.

 Taking hold of you with my hands gently around your waist 
 As I hear a laugh,

 Drop by drop the rain begins to come down, It falls 
 Showering us now.

 Turning you around, I kiss that soft, wet face as you 
 return a kiss to me,

 There Is love In the Summer rain, there Is you and I.


                                 Keith Garrett     

                FROM THEIR HEARTS'

                    CRY SONGS'


 Listen to the sound, close your eyes and feel what 
 It is that they speak,

 Poetry cries out from these two hearts' of musical 
 Inspiration.

 They sing of dreams', possibilities of love, and 
 Sadness around,

 Separate thoughts', voices known well together or  
 Apart Are these men of Imagination.

 With so much emotion, out from his soul come words' 
 Of hope,

 Art Garfunkel stands' a dreamer In a not so perfect 
 World.

 This mans' guitar tells' tales In magical tunes of 
 Rhythm,

 Paul Simon Is a thinker of the wonders' that life holds'
 For mankind.

                  Keith Garrett