TO CATCH THE WIND


 Out there free, in the early morning light from 
 The sky,

 A shadowy figure stands motionless as the wind blows 
 Across the land.
 
 Feeling the fresh air swirling around this powerful 
 Spirit,

 It raises its head to the rising sun.


 Miles, and miles to the North, South, East, and West,


 This great beast can run under the wide open sky.


 This miracle of nature, a magnificent creation  from 
 Heaven,

 With speed and quickness, gallops to everywhere.


 Such a gentle friend which stands up tall,


 Fast, Oh! so fast he may run, and run to catch the wind.


                 Keith Garrett

                     All that I see


 Far In the distance, I see hills' standing still,




 Trees of green blowing In the breeze, falling leaves.




 Grass of green that I see below me, vision of paradise,




 A lake that sits' beneath the sky, this sky sometimes 
 Cries.



 I am a dreamer who sees with heart and soul,




 All that I see Is not only a dream.



                               Keith Garrett

                THEY ONLY KNOW MY NAME


 My face is seen through eyes that do not see,


 Opinions or judgement, 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 FACES WE WEAR


 Take a look once in a while, slow down, stare 
 Into their faces,


 Do you wonder If they see your look on a certain day, 
 Are you okay?


 I'm not talking about the way you frown or the smile 
 That's loud,


 I'm talking about the reality when you turn back around.



 I've seen what walks in front of me, I've seen you but 
 I've seen me,


 We wear faces of today, we wear also our faces of shame.



 The faces we wear are a collection of a lifetime of love 
 And pain,


 What we have lost, beautiful things we have gained.


                        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

                     TEACH ME TO LEARN


 At times the words are heard inside, the sentences 
 Scrambled,

 Easy to say yes, I understand, harder to know the 
 Meaning of what's said.

 We can not do the work, if we are not shown how 
 To perform,

 If we do not get the picture then we do not comprehend.


 Teach me to learn so that i may understand and a 
 Lesson is mine,

 From a thought to a word, a sentence is formed, I do 
 Hear.

 Practice with my ears and mind to overcome an obstacle,


 A disability to conquer, teach me to learn, I will 
 Understand.

                     Keith Garrett  

                   RUST FROM TIME


 Sometimes to recall childhood days are lost with 
 What life takes away,

 A bicycle of color sits for years until its age is 
 Seen through cobwebs so clear.

 A shed or a box of stored away and at times forgotten 
 Treasures are again a thought,

 Going back to a place where once we stood on sidewalks  
 Of ghosts, Friends we knew.

 Trees grow taller, houses rest where inside we once knew 
 Those with faces and names,

 Hills where we wandered have disappeared  with this 
 Changing world.

 Nothing seems to stay the same, faces fade, children 
 we knew all go away,

 There are those times when I can just stand there and 
 Somewhere in the wind.

 When the night is quiet, there's a fragrance in the air, 
 That feeling of that yesterday,

 Like a cloud or veil as the seasons change and we all go 
 Our separate ways.

 Thoughts change, some memories drift with passing winds.


 Rust from time, if so blessed then may we all play the 
 Memories in our minds,

 For just a little while longer.


                      Keith Garrett

                  OVER THE RAINBOW


 Where dreams await those who wish,


 Fantasies come to life, a heart does not ache.


 The magic of possibilities are a reach away,


 Hurtful things have not a place to play.


 Where beautiful things can not be destroyed,


 Birds of blue fly, they sing in the sky.


 Nothing to make you cry beyond a rainbow up so high,


 All the trees are filled with a fruit so sweet.


 Over the rainbow where all things Imagined may come 
 True,

 Thoughts of love and hope are clearly understood


 But heard of once before,


 Might there be such a place where these things can 
 Come true.

                  Keith Garrett

                   THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD


 Through a twister, she journeys' across the sky,


 From her home In Kansas, she and her dog said goodbye.


 To fantasy from reality In a place she fell,


 Of tiny people, In this land where they dwelled.


 If home Is where she wanted then a walk she would take,


 Down a long road of yellow brick, to a city, she would 
 Make.

 Along the way three friends' she would meet,


 Searching for something, each one was unique.


 Till the end, they would fight a wicked soul,


 Conquer and receive what It was they were told.


 Click your heels' together, one, two, three,


 There's no place like home, back there she would be.


                   Keith Garrett 

                ECHOES AND SHADOWS


 When the wind blows there are echoes in time,


 Echoes of all that have passed on by.


 The sounds of a lifetime, listen as the children 
 Have grown,

 Echoes of voices lost with the emptying hourglass.


 There are the echoes of those who once lived,


 Laughter of young ones, now part of the wind.


 Shadows of the seasons, one by one, gone,


 Shadows remembered of a man standing in the sun.


 Shadows of trees that stood tall in the sky,


 Across mountain tops, shadows from morning till night.


 Echoes and shadows from the beginning of time,


 Time passed by, seen from many eyes.


                Keith Garrett