I HAVE NEVER SEEN YOU BEFORE


 Together every day, we worked, side by side,



 We saw one another but never looked at all,



 Our names familiar and our faces friendly strangers.



 I have never seen you before, never sought each other 
 Out,


 As if the light has been turned on, the sun shining 
 through.


 I have never seen you before but today is something 
 New.
                        Keith Garrett

                 CAN ANIMALS DO THIS


 This is for the children, a story I tell,

 Listen quietly, can animals do this?

 Did you ever see a duck drive a truck,

 Can a Baboon fly a rocket to the moon?

 Have you ever seen a Giraffe laugh,

 Did you ever watch a lion that was crying?

 Do you suppose a snake would eat a piece of cake,

 Does a mouse eat cheese and live in a house?

 Can a frog sing to a barking dog,

 Does a bird know a word, one that you've heard?

 Can a cat laugh with a bat,

 Did you ever see a moose kicking a goose?

 What if a chimp could fly a blimp,

 Do you think  that a bear can fly through the air?

 Maybe a horse can say of course, of course,

 Do you think that a cow can go meow?

 Have you ever seen a goat drive a boat,

 What about a sheep that swims so deep?

 Can animals do this, what do you think,

 Off to sleep, time to dream.

                 Keith Garrett     

                  BEYOND MY REACH


 With my hand stretched to the sky I can not touch 
 The stars so high,

 Nor the clouds, a falling star, or the sun going down.


 The wind, I can not grab hold, a bird in flight,


 A dream in the night, never a yesterday.


 Beyond my reach is not my dreams,


  It is not that which I pray for,


 The hand of God I can not touch, in my heart 
 I can surely take hold.

 It is not hope, nor faith, it is not a tomorrow,


 Beyond my reach are many things,


 Beyond my reach is not everything.



               Keith Garrett 

                  PICNIC TABLE


 An object, not of the living as it did exist brand 
 New,


 It arrived one day, pieces of many, not yet whole.



 One step at a time, created was this picnic table,



 Used by many, sat at it for many years did I.



 Aged with time, with each day a table grew older,



 For the next five years its purpose would change.



 Sitting mostly lonely except when I opened the garage,



 My picnic table was of good use, I would do work on it.



 It came time to say goodbye, old and decayed,



 A picnic table now rests on the grass, next to a 
 Beautiful tree.
               Keith Garrett

                   "A STRANGER"


  Cobwebs and tumbleweeds, traces of life and the past,


  A forgotten road not so often traveled, not anymore.


  Where do they go, the ones we once knew and walked with,


  More and more they become ghosts, faded faces from 
  Yesterday.

  Time slips away slowly Into my tomorrow where my  
  Memories Are found,

  Friends' are now strangers, strangers are now my 
  friends.

  There once lived a woman who I did not know, she lived her 
  Life without me,

  In her there was not a thought of me, for me she had 
  No meaning.

  This stranger that I had not met would someday be the 
  Love a man could not forget,

  Like the wind forever blowing, she has drifted, a 
  Stranger I never knew.

  Where did you go! where did you go! A stranger I love, 
  A woman I'll never know.

                                 Keith Garrett   

                                                                                                          
                A ROAD TRAVELED



 When I awoke to a morning not yesterday,


 Young was I as my first footsteps were learned.


                                                                                         
 Walked did I into each different day,


The more I traveled, the more I changed.


 I learned of words, I saw many things,


 The sun I saw rise but now it's overhead.


 The leaves I saw were shaken from the trees,


  As the world turned, again the leaves were to be.


 Once a young boy played in the snow,


 The more he walked, the less the snow would fall. 


 Sometimes he would see but things could not be seen,


 A road traveled so fast, a blind man was he.


                                                                                          He walked very far, a life on his feet,


 He's on his way back, almost home, older than he 
 Used to be.
                        Keith Garrett

              WHAT DOES THE SKY SEE?


 From up so high looking down upon,



 Does the sky see me as I look back.



 On the hills' the wind blows' through the trees, 
 And swims does the ocean,


 Is this what the sky sees If only It had eyes.



 Can It see the birds' fly,


 Or the squirrels' climb the trees In the morning light.


 What does the sky see,

 Does the sky see me,

 Possibly only what your Imagination dreams'.


                    Keith Garrett 

         WHAT CAN A BLIND MAN SEE


 From the sound of anger, a pictured face from a mind,


 A clap of thunder, faces of darkness, a storm on the 
 Rise.

 The touch of a woman, from her fingertips to his face,


 Love can be seen from a man with a heart of dreams.


 A place with no light, what might a man see with no 
 Sight,

 Only that which he feels', always that which Is real.


 What can a blind man see, he sees what Is missing,


 Blinded from the eyes of of the ones' who miss what 
 They see.
                  Keith Garrett                                                                      

                  "POETRY IN MOTION"


 Always walking, consistently moving along or active,


 Constantly thinking, analyzing things' and people 
 Around.

 It's motion that keeps my body and mind alive and 
 Running,

 It can only stop If I stop, I'm a man In motion.


 Writing about the world and those In my mind, my 
 Wondering mind,

 Has given me sight, the ability to visualize and 
 better understand.

 Words' have no meaning without the mind to Interpret 
 Definition,

 Poetry Is song and emotion without Instrumental sound.


 A combination of these now lives In me, words' I write,


 Motion I have, I am poetry In motion.


                  Keith Garrett                     

           "SOMETIMES I THINK I KNOW"


 Sometimes I think I know what love Is but does 
 love know who I am,

 Will love find me when I'm lost or when I'm hiding 
 From the world?

 Sometimes I think I know why life can be so unfair,


 Things' I treasure seem lost and nothing Is anywhere.


 Sometimes I think I know why laughter has no thought,


 Do I see the joy and happiness that come from the heart?


 Sometimes I think I know why all that lives Is born to 
 Die,

 If I'm sure of anything then It's my hunger to survive.


 Sometimes I think I know and at times I have no clue,


 Will tomorrow even know me, where there be a place to 
 Think?

                     Keith Garrett