THE VIGILANTE


  A peaceful man, calm was he with a smile so bright,


  Until they took his wife then his daughter's life.


  His world was turned inside out, nothing will be the same,


  His name is known within the business world, the nights 
  Are his.

 A man who did have a family, now he takes the lives of 
  Them who take,

  His life is much different now, days of a regular citizen, 
  nights of vengeance.

  He now lives within himself, with the pain he inflicts upon 
  The evil that brings pain,

  He is the vigilante, a good man who had enough of bad 
  People in a crazy world.

                                      Keith Garrett,

                         THE VIGILANTE


  A peaceful man, calm was he with a smile so bright,


  Until they took his wife then his daughter's life.


  His world was turned inside out, nothing will be the same,


  His name is known within the business world, the nights 
  are his.

  A man who did have a family, now he takes the lives of 
  Them who take,

  His life is much different now, days of a regular citizen, 
  Nights of vengeance.

  He now lives within himself, with the pain he inflicts upon 
  The evil that brings pain,

  He is the vigilante, a good man who had enough of bad 
  People in a crazy world.

                                      Keith Garrett

                 A WALK IN THE FOREST


 The time is now, Autumn is alive with a different feeling,


  Darkness is longer in the morning, slowly the leaves are 
  Upon the ground.

  Plants and trees grow slower, nature never gives up on 
  The day,

  Animals are busy preparing as Winter is not far away, 
  Earlier the sun fades.

  A thought of a walk in the forest to escape for a moment, 
  everything,

  Tall trees that cover much of the sunlight that warms the 
  Land we wander.

  Leaves that have piled for many years make a sound beneath 
  These traveling feet,

  A walk in the forest, so many times I have dreamed of this 
  While trapped elsewhere.

  Quiet, yet not quiet, as there are sounds in a place as this 
  like there are no other,

  A walk in the forest, a dream that I have not yet discovered, 
  A reality discovered.

                               Keith Garrett

            


               BENEATH THE AUTUMN SKY


  From up so high life goes on down below, this is so,


  It is seen from above, from the heaven where we are to go.


  Beneath the Autumn sky everything lives and has its time,


  There's a cycle of life, all things rotating as if it were a dance.


  Watch as the leaves disappear from the trees, falling together,


 They vanish, crumble and blow away with the wind always.


  Beneath the Autumn sky there are colors of orange, yellow, 
  And red,

  Shades of beauty that are here for a Fall season, they soon 
  slip away.

  A cool breeze in the air, animals collecting food for a Winter cold,


 Beneath the Autumn sky there is life moving as all things must die.

                                                 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 whom 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 SMALL HOUSE


  Along the banks of a river, is home,


  Apple trees and hills of grass live here.


  A small house for a family of people,


  Food on the table and a fire burning warm.


  Sitting on the porch, a fiddle in hand I am,


 A pipe to smoke is an evening kind of thing.


  Horses are down for the night, children in our sight,


  Nineteenth century life is quite a fight.


  A small house is all we need to believe,


  Hopes and dreams are seen as far as our eyes can see.

            Keith Garrett

           BEFORE AND AFTER

  There was a time when I was not here,



  No thoughts, no name or Identity were mine.



  I had no pain or sorrow, not a thing for me to know,



  Where was I before I became me, somewhere waiting?



  A time will come when I am no longer here, will I have 
  Thoughts?


 A name remembered, my Identity will not be this body 
 Or mind,


  Again there will be no pain or sorrow, I will be somewhere 
  Else,


  Before and after, heaven bound, where was I before my 
  First sound?

                                             Keith Garrett

                    A WAND OF MAGIC

  In hand, a wand would make me a magic man,


  Not even a word and crime would disappear.


  I could stop time, rid the world of trash or pollution,


  Take away the sick waters of rivers and oceans.


  Murder on our land would be stopped with a hand,


  The ill would be no more, cancer but a memory.


  I could run fast or jump high,


  A tear would be one less for all of mankind.


  The cruel slaughter of creatures in the world,


  With a wave from my hand, this would end.


  A wand of magic need not be that of evil,


  For love and good, the hand that holds this wand.


  A wand of magic is not to be real,


 We can wish, hope, and pray, that it all goes away.

               Keith Garrett