FIRE STORM


 Like a tornado it appears suddenly, out of nowhere 
 It attacks,

 Burning heat that rages on a path of destruction 
 Without remorse.

 Visible fire, a monster that with its touch can make 
 Life disappear,

 With the help of natural wind this creation man made 
 Or not builds strength.

 It consumes without fear, tireless, always hungry as it 
 Makes its way anywhere,

 Smoke fills the sky, dark, thick, smoke travels upward 
 Into the atmosphere.

 The birds fly, watch as the animals run with great fear 
 Through the hills of flame,

 Survival is the only game being played today, the losers 
 Will forever go away.

 Fire storm, Destroys does it a piece of our beautiful 
 World with every attack,

 Sometimes forever gone, healing of the land takes so  
 Long, Scars are never gone.
                            Keith Garrett

                     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 a while, 
 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 

                         LUCKY MAN


 To each day he rises a bit sleepy eyed but he rises,


 Clouded may the sky be of darkness or sunshine.


 He walks the land taking in the air blessed upon,


 What is seen by this man is love and life, it's seen.


 He knows the magical art of making one laugh,


 Now the laughter lost by he has been re-discovered.


 Treasures of happiness are all around, easily noticed,


 No more blindness of an eclipse to the sight, lucky man.


 Nothing needed, everything's at his feet, the grasp of 
 His hand,

 How he did not see does not matter, lucky man, what a 
 Lucky man.

                      Keith Garrett  

                   KILLER WITH A HEART


 To be left alone, loneliness has its price, kills 
 Tonight,


 Leave him in peace, no second chance for you will be.



 His life is a dance from day to day, killer all the way,



 For the money, a job well done, never is this for fun.



 You woke the demon when you killed his dog, stole
 His car,


 Why couldn't you leave well enough alone, now you're 
 Done,


 Killer with a heart, a look upon his face, simply 
 leave him be.
                                          Keith Garrett

                                                                                             
       I NEVER DREAM OF YOU


 It sure has been a long time sir, now closer than
 Once before,


 I am older than you now, you were thirty seven as 
 I was once seven.


 Always thinking of you, but why I never dream of you 
 Is not known,


 Dreams fill my head for a lifetime as I can only make 
 Them up in the light.


 I wish there were nightly dreams of you father, nothing 
 Comes to my mind,


 I never dream of you, sleep does not let me ever see  
 Again, Your face.


 Because you went away that day, your face fades and that 
 Is Hurting my Every day,


 What blocks you from my mind, does death take to much 
 Away.


 I never dream of you but the memories will live until
 Eternity.

                           Keith Garrett

                  HOME YOU GO


 Close your eyes and open your mind,


 Take a trip, home you go back to the snow.


 You were only a child, a young boy back then,


 Not so long ago to remember again.


 Woods of trees, Christmas times that can never again be,


 Icicles hanging from the roof tops, snowmen at your feet.


 Watch as it falls, snowballs made from the ground,


 Grapes hanging on vines, friends back in time.


 From thoughts you'll see the house where you once lived,


 See it from so long ago, life was beautiful,


 Leave it there, any pain or sorrow, bury it deep 
 In the snow.
 
 It lives in your mind, let the sadness go,


 Remember a place called Amesbury, for an uncle named Joe.


                  Keith Garrett   

              " THEY WERE DIFFERENT"


 He walked down the street full of laughter 
 And fun,

 He was poor with no money but no worries had he.


 She was from a different world, of money and 
 Material things,

 A young woman with everything but she had nothing.


 He was free with dreams' that were possibly only
 Dreams,

 What he wanted was only to be, what he wanted was she.


 She was art, dance, and culture passed on by a family,


 What she wanted was to be set free, treasure was 
 Not just money.

 He appeared as a man whose clothing meant he had 
 No worth,

 But what Is the worth of a well dressed man with 
 No integrity.

 They were different she and he, drawn together 
 By feelings,

 The heart, the eyes, the touch of man to woman and 
 Woman to man.

 They were different but they were the same, walking 
 Hand in hand,

 With what's love and pain.


                                                                                                           
          Keith Garrett

            DO YOU KNOW THESE PEOPLE?


 They are shadows of friends' long since gone,


 They are men and women, friendly or not, they are,


 They stand there co- workers', strangers' not 
 Yet known.

 Husbands' wives, boyfriends' or girlfriends' 
 Past and present,

 A chance there's a brother, sister missed for some 
 Time.

 Ghosts' from memories of a long time ago, friend or 
 Foe,

 A mother or father, one for awhile missed, the other 
 Forever,

 Once stood where you could see, now shadows In eternity.


 Do you know these people, can you recognize their 
 Faces,

 From different times and different places.


                      Keith Garrett                       

                         PLAYGROUND

                         IN MY MIND


 There are times I like to escape from here,


 Away from all this mess handed out from life.


 Through my dreams' and Imagination there's a 
 Place to go,

 A fantasy created by myself that only I hold.


 Come with me on a journey Inside,


 To my playground built for me, a place I can hide.


 In my mind I keep out that of which I choose,


 Letting In only wishes of my perfect reality.


 There's a land of which I've come to find,


 It's a secret place, a playground In my mind.


                         Keith Garrett