THOUGHTS' OF CLAIRE DE,LUNE

                     FRENCH FOR MOONLIGHT.


 A shadowy figure of a woman against a background 
 Of a shimmering lake,

 Mystery woman, who could she be, who Is she?


 Such beautiful music moves down Into your soul,


 Sounds' of Piano floating In your mind.


 A symphony of beauty composed from the heart,


 Peaceful and somehow, a little lonely it is.


 Thoughts' of love, memories of times since past,


 Romance and spending time with that special one.


 Music from heaven Is where this comes,


 A masterpiece of possibly dreaming, magic, and a 
 Wish of hope.

                  Keith Garrett 

                THROUGH DIFFERENT EYES


 There we are together standing, as the sun disappears, 


 Only a lonely tree keeps us company, we are alive!


 Many colors rest In the open sky as day turns to night,


 We stand together yet apart with our own vision of life.


 Through different eyes do we see the same things,


 As only our thoughts create a separate way of seeing 
 Them.

 We are two souls occupying the same earth, dreaming, 
 Wondering,

 Watching the world In two directions, seeing a different way, 
 imagine.

                         Keith Garrett            

                   THREE ROADS' TAKEN

 The forest, the hills,' and the desert traveled,

 These three, these men of faith will be challenged.

 Where do I go, alone will I know asks the first seeker?

 I'll take the first road, I'll find my way to the forest.

 The way home for me will be found, we'll meet In a place,

 The forest will show me many things, a search so beautiful.

 time for me to go, my road has been chosen,

 I'll make my way Into the hills,' these words spoken.

 We will come together once more, somewhere In time,

 Travel I will into the quiet hills' of discovery, a road 
 Taken.
 Fore the third wandering man will journey across the desert,

 A road meant for only he, unbelievable scenes to his eyes.

 The desert will teach this alone man lessons of the heart,

 His way home will be hard fought, they will find the same 
 Road.
 Three roads taken, three men walk a path alone,

 In the end they will stand together In the hills', the 
 Forest
 And In the desert, these men of three will never find again

 This home but all will be as one, they will find their way 
 Home.

                     Keith Garrett  

                 THESE THINGS' I DREAM


 Within myself, thinking of  a place In another 
 Reality,



 What lies around me may be a different consciousness.




 This state of mind as I am not awake, floating, floating,




 I see a world like never have I Imagined before, I see.




 Visions' sent to my brain, pictures of stories past or 
 Future,



 These things' I dream, a mystery from an eternity.


                            Keith Garrett                

                      ABOVE THE WAVE


 Out on the horizon, beneath the sinking sun, It 
 Rolls in,

 They all come to watch, they come to ride the wild 
 Surf.

 For the true surfer It comes from within, at one with 
 the wave,

 Shooting the tube, living on the edge, free to glide 
 Across the water.

 From Australia, the split, surfers' paradise, they battle 
 the rolling storm,

 To Hawaii, Waimea Bay, North Shore, Pipeline, or 
 Hanalei bay, the wave.

 Above the wave where dreams' are made, surf the open 
 Waterway,

 Around the world beyond the shores of Peru to New 
 Zealand, Ride.

 Above the wave, beneath the wide open sky, forever ride,


 Touch the water and listen to the sound of the crashing 
 Waves.

                     Keith Garrett

                                                                                                                
                  A SAD SITUATION



 A little bit different, a lonely child was she,



 Her mother so out of touch, a young girls misery.



 Shy and feeling so alone, not much of a happy home,



 She did not fit in at school, something else about her.



 They would tease and torment her, watch as her anger 
 Grew,


 A sad situation for a girl who trusted very few.



 The hurt in her heart would never mend, soon the end, 



 So different was she, this child no more to be.


               Keith Garrett

                       AN ANGRY MAN


 Anger, so much mistrust for the world, he's angry,      


 That which he can not control, bothers him so.    


 Nothing wrong with letting it out, control is what 
 It's about,

 Angry at that which has passed, let this go, an angry 
 man knows.

 Feeling at times the universe has let him down, the fire 
 Rages,

 Inside he feels the water boil, what to do when there's 
 No place to run.

 He pounds his fists against the stone wall, thoughts of 
 Vengeance stir,

 Get even is one of many stories made from a mans angry 
 Mind.

 An angry man does not see the road clearly, thinking is 
 Altered,

 Eats him up inside, wasted energy but how is he to do 
 It right?

 He has been wronged, he is an angry man and needs a 
 Smart plan,

 An angry man he can be, can an angry man soon find 
 His peace.
                    Keith Garrett

                     A CLOUD CHOSEN


 I travel along across the sky, floating weightless,


 Down below there is you, recognize I do.


 Feel the wind blow through your hair, I am there,


 Call on me, if ever you need from me anything.


 I rest on my cloud looking down on where I once stood,


 In your yard watching the birds fly in the sky.


 There are many clouds throughout time never ending,


 But it's this cloud, a cloud chosen for myself.


 A place to be alone, a place where dreams are real,


 The sun shines upon me, its warmth I feel, I can see


 Myself smile in the light.


 A friend that's true would do for another anything,


 If ever you need I will jump down off my cloud to be.

                    Keith Garrett

                                                                                                                    
                A BIG HEART



                                                                                           
 He was a small man but only in height,


 He would lose his wife as a child was born.

                                                                                                 Lou was his name, a man so kind,


 Trying to survive, taking care of his daughter.


 A job was needed, treated like some kind of freak,


 Turned away, desperate, he would steal for a meal.


 This is not who he was, why are people so ignorant 
 And mean,

 Confined to jail by one who did not care, a much 
 Needed favor.

 A daughter in danger, this little man with a big heart 
 Was needed,

 Risk his life he would, even for those who did look 
 Down upon.

 A big heart in a man who did appear to stand taller 
 Than all,

              Keith Garrett

                                                                                               
                    THE BULLY                   


 He has a name, lives does he in a neighborhood, 
 Maybe yours,

 You have met him before, perhaps a lifetime ago in  
 School, He still lives.

 He knows of many people and he'll meet many more, not 
 A friend is he,
 I saw him once before, not in a dream but in my childhood 
 Reality.

 More than one time did I meet him, he thought he was 
 Special

 As He followed me through my younger days or waited for 
 Me To get to school,

 He never goes away fore he is the cowardly bully who  
 waits every day,

 Always seeking out the weak, scared, and usually the 
 Peaceful one.

 The bully torments until his weakness and cowardly ways 
 Are found out,

 Although he will lose his power, again he is born with 
 Another face.

 I still to this day see the bully and he has many faces 
 Of ugliness,

 He can no longer touch me, He knows I'm not afraid.


 The bully goes to far and each day he disappears.

                                 Keith Garrett