TUMBLE WEEDS
                                                                            A long ride, not much in between,
                                                                         Upon a quiet, deserted town I came.

Not a soul in sight, a breeze echoes through 
This place,
                                                                      Many different sounds as if people lived.
                                                                  Only ghosts of a town that once had breath,

The back and forth clanging of an open jail house 
door.
A saloon sign creaking as it swings in the wind,

I can almost feel those who once were here.

Only dust walks these streets, this town that died,
                                                                       I'll stay here for the night, I'll be alright,

The only thing that will be my company are a horse and
Tumbleweeds.
                    Keith Garrett

                                                                                                          
                            MASTER

You sit back on your throne and watch the world 
Spinning around,

You hear the angry sounds, words of hatred that shatter 
The grounds.

There Is screaming throughout the world, the winds are 
Fierce with power,


here Is energy In fear and sorrow that destroys what 
Is all around.

Flood waters rise high within storms that cause many 
Souls to die,

Why master do the angry seas wash away homes, why 
Must people cry?

The earth seems to be roaring like a lion, stomping like  
A giant with anger,


Could it possibly be you master, are you with much anger 
Over what man does?


Are tears from heaven so heavy that they wash away life  
And destroy land,


Will anyone ever learn before all has disappeared, acts  
Of nature or a sign?


There is rumbling everywhere with sounds of what In the  
World is wrong,


Master, you must be disappointed, perhaps not shocked 
As you know everything.


You saw this coming so why create such a masterpiece  
And watch it crumble,


One thing learned from disaster Is that people come  
Together but how much is enough?


Master, about this world that you command, you named  
One who did really understand.

                         Keith Garrett

                                                                                               A LIST OF THINGS TO BE


                                                                    Never an astronaut, dancing slowly upon the moon,


                                                                      Flying in a jet across the sky, no, not did I ever fly.


A Football star throwing the ball far, a dream that 
Won't be,

                                                                       Under the lights, a victory on a Super bowl night.


What is it like to be a movie star pretending to be 
Many things,

                                                                  Known everywhere, this is not what I was born to be.


An Olympic star, a racer of cars, I wanted to be but 
That's not me,

A great writer, a hero of sort would be something 
I might be.

A rescuer of the down and out, a conqueror of 
homelessness,

I may not be an Einstein of genius, I am good enough 
For me.

                                                                    
 A list of things to be, how much can one man need?

            Keith Garrett

                       SOMETHING SO STRONG


For so long now a crushing pain, out of darkness I 
Find my way,

The sky I see above rests over the mountain I must 
Climb.

A glow of light finds me as i make my way up the endless 
Giant,

There's a faith that guides, I am not afraid for many   
Will Stand with me.


Inside this body lives a spirit of neve rending fight for 
Survival,

Something so strong, It conquers the force of doubt in 
Another man.

I may not reach the top but i will try, I will get there,  
I'll touch The sky,


Lost was I, this man of many sorrows, a change in 
Myself discovered.

Such a long road on my own to follow, travel it with me 
Now and forever,


I've seen the mountain, I've climbed high with blood   
 And pain, To the top.


Many have come to watch my flight from the morning's   
Light Into the dark,


With me they stood strong, they helped me climb when  
I weakened.

Something so strong as I would not fall, their strength  
Gave me courage,


The mountain still stands, again I will climb stronger 
Each time.

             Keith Garrett 

                       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 sky.

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

                       KEEPER OF THE LIGHT


Up in the air, he spreads his wings,


He stretches to the heavens and sees many things.


This God of the sun, KEEPER OF THE LIGHT,


Soars in the sky on an eternal flight.


So peaceful is he, away up so high,


Forever and ever, this spirit will fly.


Keeper of the light, what do you see?


 Beyond the sun, a mystery to me.


 Through the wind, you travel round and round,


 Watching over this star, from you there's no sound.


 I can only imagine you're a spectacular sight,


 Fly way up high, keeper of the light.


                                                                     Keith Garrett

                     BENEATH AN APPLE TREE


Fall has come to visit once again, watch the leaves 
Float down,

The air changes here in this place, this place of change 
Over years.

One thing that stands still here among change is an older
Apple tree,

What stories it would tell if only it could speak the 
Words of a man.

Beneath this old apple tree rests in a grave a man 
Who once lived,

Let's say his name was Ben, who was he, so many years 
Before he was.

Ben was a family man with a wife and children on a 
Small farm,

A good life as he along with his family did age just 
As the apple tree did,


Ben one day went away, the apple tree stayed, it has  
Aged until this day.


Beneath an apple tree lies the body, the remains of a man, 
A memory,

Watched over and time spent, always, a man and a tree 
Together they be.


                           Keith Garrett

                                                                     
                       A MOMENT IN TIME



A speck of dust, just a trickle of water,


Soon would blow with the wind and dry into nothing.


Our time is now for we are a whisper wanting to 
Be heard,

A short period for laughter, remembered for what 
we leave.

For so long has time existed, the world, the universe 
So large,

We are but a fragment, a particle of all that was created.


A moment in time was this gift we were given from  
God above,

A moment to see and love all there is to understand  
From this,

Where we go from here we shall not know, but hold 
No fear,

Like many fallen leaves from a tree, we are one, 
We disappear.
                                 Keith Garrett