SUNRISE


 Darkness disappears' as day comes to life,


  Footsteps of mine traveling the morning light.


 The fog begins' to lift showing the beauty of God,


 I walk this way with hope by my side.


 Quiet as It's early, fore sleep still lingers,'


 On the move are these legs, tired, forever 
 Tired.

 Rays of light shine through the distant clouds,


 Sunrise has a story for a man roaming alone.


 Everything has changed as the days' seem the 
 Same,

 A song, he sings' a song In my ear always heard.


 My favorite music from the man from Jersey,


 Sunrise, sweet sunrise, each day my journey.


                 Keith Garrett  

                     WHERE IS THIS TOWN?


 Is there a place, yes! I've heard stories that
 It exists,

 People pass each other by with not a frown to 
 Observe.

 Children play In the fields' of grass and streams,


 Laughing and running, sometimes cries but many 
 Smiles.

 Men and women gather for a night just for themselves,


 Under the warm Summer sky, a barbecue and talk.


 Friends' and lovers' dance to music of hopes and 
 Dreams,

 Where Is this town that happiness seems to want to be.


 This town Is here, this town Is everywhere, open your 
 Eyes,

 It lives and dreams where you live and dream, your hopes.


 Into your life a love you will find, one needs no search,


 All happens In a manner which Is to be, goodbye 
 To yesterday.

                   Keith Garrett

              THE STRENGTH FROM MY HEART


 I'll keep on fighting, to quit Is total 
 Failure, I'll keep on.


 There's a drive In me that Is powerful 
 And strong.


 Pain and hurt may attack from all sides,
 I'll survive,


 A battle or a challenge, I am ready for, 
 Standing.


 I will make It through anything that's put 
 Upon me,


 The strength from my heart Is my love for life.



 I possess Inner strength, I am a man who will 
 Not fall.


                              I AM STRONG.

                 " 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 

               I'M JUST A POOR BOY


 No car do I own, socks' full of holes, day by day 
 An hourly wage,


 I lie there In bed worrying about tomorrow, 
 A bed of my own.


 No credit cards' or a bank account, my only money 
 In an aging wallet,


 A table of food always, dinner as a poor boy 
 Will gladly serve.


 Clothes on my back, shoes that take me to 
 Where I survive,


 Blesses of many In a world of sorrow and strife.



 I'm just a poor boy with a smile and a tear, 
 A wish and a fear,


  What I lack In gold Is made up of treasure 
  Discovered every day.


 I'll take a trip somewhere from my mind, to a 
 place of fantasy,


 A rich man can't find, where a poor boy can't buy.



 I'm just a poor boy with so much to give, I give
 To you,


 I'm just a poor boy, what's a poor boy to do.


             Keith Garrett 

                   I AM A BEE!


 In the Spring and Summer, you'll find me around,


 Even In the Fall, I am found.


 Flying and buzzing, Is not the only thing that 
 I do,

 My love for making honey, Is so very true.


 My quest Is not to sting, though my reputation 
 Is this,

 Just like you, to survive and be left alone Is 
 My wish.

 Many cousins, to me In this world,


 Different are they, this I will say.


 They all slap at me, run away, and scream,


 If only I could laugh, then they would hear me.


 What frightens them, I'm so small you see,


 I'm tiny, I'm fragile, I'm only a bee.


                      Keith Garrett                               

                                               FROM MY OWN EYES'


 There are many things' that I can see,
 The blue sky above and the light that the 
 Sun brings.




 I see those who wander all around,
 They have no home, they don't make a sound.





 I see those who are only concerned with their own,
 They have not a care for others' around.



 The trees that I see move from the wind passing
 Through,
 I see the birds' fly fore this they can do.




 What Is It I see when I'm looking at you,
 Is my future still to come, for us things' we 
 May do.

                       Keith Garrett 

                    "FOLLOW ME"

 To everywhere, I start from here, where I stand 
 I'll leave behind,
 Watch my steps and join with me, I'll walk from 
 here and travel far.
 I'll travel by bicycle across the land, across 
 The open road,
 Around the world, around the world, follow me 
 So very far.
 In a driven car from here to there, Into the sun 
 I'll make it there,
 Follow me as I wander through country of never  
 Ending Horizon.
 The sounding whistle of a rumbling train catches 
 My eye,
 Take my hand and jump Into a boxcar, ride, we will 
 Ride.
 Across the hills, over the bridge and through tunnels 
 Of darkness,
 Faster we move to where It Is we travel, follow me, 
 Follow me.
 I am the captain, I will be your guide as we journey 
 Under God's sky,
 Soon we must part from this locomotive driven by the 
 Man who cry's.
 Down a grassy slope we walk many miles with the wind 
 At our backs,
 In the distance It sits, a giant balloon waiting 
 Under the stars of the night.
 Follow me, tired as we make our way through the trees, 
 Into a dream,
 It stands so high as we board It climbing up, up 
 Beyond the clouds.
 Drift with me Into the wind and hang on to my arm 
 As we vanish,
 This Is the best of life, down, down we fall slowly 
 To the ground.
 Now take my hand and get ready as we begin a flight
 Through the night,
 Fly with me above the world, hold on tight, we are 
 In heaven tonight.
 This journey takes us on a beautiful boat dancing 
 On the sea, Follow me,
 Around the world follow me, an adventure for two, 
 Not many will ever see.
                                                                                           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                

                  UNDER THE STARS'


 We made camp as the sun went down, darkness now,


 A fire burns, the glow upon your face projects 
 An Image of beauty.

 There's a cool breeze blowing across the land, 
 Through the trees,

 Rest do we beneath the full moon of color, 
 You and I tonight.

 The crackling wood has a tune of Its' own, giving 
 Off a shining light,

 So quiet and peaceful, sharing this land under 
 The stars of life.

 See me, see this man of hope and dreams by a
 Fire next to you,

 Stand up and take my hand, around this warmth, 
 Dance with a smile.

 A vision of what may be, alone out here next to 
 You with a dream,

 Love Is not promised, love makes a path of maybes, 
 Under the stars.

                Keith Garrett