THEY WERE DIFFERENT
He walked down the street full of laughter and fun,
He was poor with no money but no worries had he.
She was from a different world, of money and material
Things,
A young woman with everything but she had nothing.
He was free with dreams that were possibly only dreams,
What he wanted was only to be, what he wanted was she.
She was art, dance, and culture passed on by a family,
What she wanted was to be set free, treasure was not just money.
He appeared as a man whose clothing meant he had no worth,
But what is the worth of a well dressed man with no
Integrity.
They were different she and he, drawn together by feelings,
The heart, the eyes, the touch of man to woman and woman to man.
They were different but they were the same, walking hand in hand,
With what's love and pain.
Keith Garrett
Author: Man of many thoughts
MIGHT GOD BE A CHILD?
MIGHT GOD BE A CHILD
Never a picture of god, thoughts of a face like ours,
As a child, as children did we wonder or believe more,
The Innocence of a young mind holds fantasies of many.
Playing in a kingdom just as a child plays in the park,
Could this place be for a mysterious boys
Amusement or not?
Might God be a child, Is this why we grow old and die,
Possibly a magnificent little boy who created it all.
When there was nothing was there a who to think
There could be something,
Might God be a child? If so then how might this
Soul have been created,
How did we go from nothing to something,
Was God born from nothing?
Keith Garrett
FALL
FALL
Summer will go away, with it the miserable heated days,
The sun will find its way settling down earlier than yesterday.
A cooler breeze will drift down from the mountains, Fall,
Colors of change are among that which shows another season,
Watch as leaves float to the ground, color is all around.
Fog will roll in from oceans across many coastal sands,
Crisp mornings are a favorite, most beautiful sight,
Fall and all that visits with it, feel it from within.
Keith Garrett
AN ACT OF FAITH
AN ACT OF FAITH
Is there trust in yourself, what trust in others,
How far would you walk for another, what would you give?
Are you of a good heart even if in the end there is no reward,
Do you expect something in return for putting your life on the line?
Would you run out in the street to save a child or one in a burning car,
Is it a question of a moral value, fear and life is a thought that comes to mind?
An act of faith, would you take a chance, do anything for friend or man,
Would you give of yourself if there could become a certain end?
Keith Garrett
UPON YOU I FALL
UPON YOU I FALL
Up so high, I'm created there,
Above the earth, up In the air.
I lie and wait for the clouds to cry,
Down on you, I fall from the sky.
Throughout time, I've been found,
Sometimes I'll make a different sound.
The sun will shine, I'll go away,
My time will come another day.
There Is no pain when you feel my touch,
Down upon you, sometimes I am much.
I must fall for you to live,
To mankind, It Is this gift I give.
Keith Garrett
ECHOES AND SHADOWS
ECHOES AND SHADOWS
When the wind blows there are echoes in time,
Echoes of all that have passed on by.
The sounds of a lifetime, listen as the children have grown,
Echoes of voices lost with the emptying hourglass.
There are the echoes of those who once lived,
Laughter of young ones, now part of the wind.
Shadows of the seasons, one by one, gone,
Shadows remembered of a man standing in the sun.
Shadows of trees that stood tall in the sky,
Across mountain tops, shadows from morning till night.
Echoes and shadows from the beginning of time,
Time passed by, seen from many eyes.
Keith Garrett
HE TOLD ME OF HIS LIFE
HE TOLD ME OF HIS LIFE
As he sat down in his rocking chair he began to speak,
With a smile, he invited me to sit and went about his story.
His life as a child at the beginning of a war for Independence,
On a farm in South Carolina, he lived with a father, brothers, sisters.
He went on to tell of adventures in the Summer just before it happened,
A big house, great times with family, working the farm each day was tiring.
He must have been about ninety years old now, the war and those days long gone,
A childhood recalled, swimming in the pond with a friend or two, the night's moon.
He told me of this war being all around them, nothing would be the same, much change,
Tears in his eyes as he described that time and place where brothers and family died.
He sits in his chair today, many years away from there, he lives in that house today,
He sits in his chair on that porch where as a child he played, he told me of his life.
Keith Garrett
INTO THE WOODS
INTO THE WOODS
Leave behind the concrete jungle and everyday expectations,
Step out of your work shoes and Into another frame of mind.
Away from the pain and sorrow of what a love destroys,
Your heart and mind, leave far behind.
Walk your feet Into a world of darkness,
Hearing only the crunch of what's beneath you.
No stress or the fast pace of It all,
Only trees that watch as you pass by them all.
Where all Is quiet except creatures that stir,
This Is a different world where you will not be heard.
No worries or crying over what's out there,
Into the woods, alone I am there.
Keith Garrett
IF I COULD STAND ON THE MOON
IF I COULD STAND ON THE MOON
From up so high beyond what Is sky, what I might see,
Below motionless oceans, a creation of what was dreamed.
The universe from all around before these amazed eyes,
From where I stand the earth could sit In my hand, visualize.
If I could stand on the moon then the stars I might touch,
A comet speeding on by, a ride on It perhaps In my mind.
Darkness stays here with me as I am In a far off land,
What lives up here all dances In rhythm like a quiet song.
Run I could not but float like a balloon would be this man,
If I could stand on the moon then I would be on top of the world.
Keith Garrett
FOREVER
"FOREVER"
Above from the wide open sky the sun shines ever so bright,
Will It warm our world always or one day say a farewell.
What If the wind that we can not see goes away,
Will It again blow across the hills and make the trees sway.
The glowing moon sits like a lighthouse In the sky,
Watching, always watching but for how long will It rise.
The rain falls from the sky, from the clouds that drift on by,
Will the drops take from the Earth the thirst so as not to die.
See the animals run through the woods and across the plains,
Today they live somewhat free, tomorrow will they be.
We live, we love, dance to the music, sing from our hearts,
Search for the happiness that makes It all worth living.
There are things that may be never, things never lost,
Nothing lasts forever fore forever we are not.
Keith Garrett
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