IN A DREAM
I saw you wandering in a dream,
In the dark, quiet as you searched.
Not a word spoken from your lips,
What do you seek haunted one.?
I can't find my way back home as each night I roam,
It is you who see me wandering in a dream.
What do you search for asking one?
You are the dreamer who saw me wandering.
Now tell me wanderer, who is the dreamer and whose
In the dream?
Is it only I and are you the dream.
You call me the haunted one but who is the haunted,
Not a word from my lips but you are the sleeping one.
What is it that you seek, why can't you find your
Own way home,
I do not know as sometimes I am in the dark and quiet.
Keith Garrett
Author: Man of many thoughts
MORRO BAY
MORRO BAY
We went away, far away,
To a town of sand and water to play.
At times' the winds' were cold and fast,
The weather changed, this did not last.
Life Is slow and peaceful too,
The people all friendly, something new.
We played In the sand with no worries of things,
A mother, a daughter, my two sons, and the joy
That they bring.
As they sat In the water, the boats we watched rest,
We all stood together to watch the sunset.
Walking the streets of this place never been,
Wanting to live here to call It my friend.
As It rose In the morning, the suns' rays of light,
All day It would let us enjoy such a sight.
We get ourselves lost In a place such as this,
Oh! nothing could be sweeter, the rest of the world
I would not miss.
If you ever get a chance to go to this place,
A fresh air you will smell, different foods'
You will taste.
When It came time to leave, feelings' bittersweet,
To this world of yours, again we will meet.
I wanna go back, go back one day,
To this place of peace known, Morro Bay.
Keith Garrett
SIX GUN SAM
SIX GUN SAM
Travels the land, on his own he stands,
Gun for hire, if the price is right, he'll kill any man.
A lonely road for a heartless soul,
You get what you get when sin is your gold.
He passes through most any town,
He's six gun Sam, someday a stranger will shoot him down,
Lay him in the ground.
A sad life indeed, he's got no family,
Not a friend to his name, when he dies, no man will
Stand at his side.
Who will remember six gun Sam,
The man who died with a gun in his hand.
Keith Garrett
STAGECOACH
STAGE COACH
Come with me, take a ride back in time,
The old West where stagecoaches traveled by.
See the dust in the distance, watch them ride,
From many places, from here and there.
Climb aboard, passengers of a lost time,
Drive on! driver, a journey through the years.
Big wheels and horses that take you to anywhere,
A dangerous ride back in a place where bandits hide.
Indians and highwaymen survive by the gun or knife,
Outlaws or desperate men steal and take a life.
A stagecoach ride may be peaceful somehow,
If along a safe road or beyond beautiful hills
In an old western time.
Keith Garrett
A SMALL HOUSE
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
CHILD WITHIN
CHILD WITHIN
Run and run until the day was done, fun in the sun,
Not a care, chasing butterflies within the wind.
A book that's numbered beginning with one
Until it's done,
I played in the sun, playing and laughing with
Children no more.
A child with adult inside, that would one day
find a way out,
Child within, the older we get always seeking
A part we once were.
Our faces do change, lines appear in the light,
Older by night,
Hair turns color as the seasons turn into years,
Eyes show more.
One less fear, a new one is here, another tear,
Dried with the years,
I see where I've been, we all walk our ongoing road,
we have a child within.
Keith Garrett
A WAND OF MAGIC
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
SHE SITS ALONE
SHE SITS ALONE
In her cozy little home, she sits alone,
Out of the window the birds sing, they wait.
A lady awakes to her day, she sees the sun,
A smile on her face as she watches.
It's a beautiful day as she strolls out into the yard,
Into her garden with food for her flying friends.
Bluebirds can sense the table of peanuts,
They are most happy as they gather a favorite food.
She watches as the squirrels sit and eat,
She sits alone but never so alone.
There's a peace within the trees and plants,
She thinks and dreams, quiet is the scene,
She sits alone with friends that roam.
Keith Garrett
TO LIVE
TO LIVE
What is the meaning of life?
We do not know of god's plan,
To live, we must seize the day, laugh, and play.
Most are worried about surviving
From the clocks every tick,
As if to really live has no time for us.
when you awake do you see the light, the rising sun,
Are you blinded by the struggles of your daily flight?
To your ears is there the sound of birds
Chirping and singing,
Or only the echo in your head of all that must be done.
You need to stop and watch as the sun goes down,
A moment of peace before a regret that tomorrow
Has no plans for you.
Learn to dance, listen to the music you forget to hear,
Take a walk with the one you love
Until it's time to disappear.
Slow down just a little and breathe the air,
To live is to relax and enjoy,
To love and sometimes do nothing but see and dream.
Take notice that as we grow older,
Time seems to move faster.
The day will come when we must let it all go,
Pray that God's plan has a place for you.
Keith Garrett
ALL THAT I SEE
All that I see
Far In the distance I see hills' standing still,
Trees of green blowing In the breeze, falling leaves.
Grass of green that I see below me, vision of paradise,
A lake that sits' beneath the sky, this sky sometimes
Cries.
I am a dreamer who sees with heart and soul,
All that I see Is not only a dream.
Keith Garrett
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