GIVE ME STRENGTH

Days can be a struggle at times, feeling much alone,

Physical pain and emotional scars are hard fought.

Stress and the desire to overcome tire a body and mind,

Worries of the time keep a soul from sleep in the night.

Give me strength to make it through beyond this coming sunset,

Guide me into my day of many challenges that tear at my heart.

Wisdom would be a true gift as I try to better my life and self,

Thank you for listening as there is much hope as I stand strong.

Keith Garrett

“WITHIN THE FOG”

Trees standing, trees empty and alone,

Mountains’ cold, high above below.

All around, within the fog life stands’ still,

A layer of white, floating, hovering so low.

Within the fog, a world hidden from the light,

Vanishes, disappears’ as the suns’ warmth overpowers.

Beauty and life lie beneath, within the fog.

Keith Garrett

HANGMAN

On a dirty street, in a western town back in time, the gallows,

He is the hangman, stands always still as the shadows drift with time.

He is everywhere, face covered always in a mask of darkness,

Not a ruler but he holds the authority to life and death.

A noose hovers, it sways with the wind, waiting for those who sin,

You didn’t just break the law, the ultimate crime lived in your mind.

A life you did take, murder will get you a date with the hangman,

Many years ago when life was hard on the trail, guns an everyday tool,

When a man chooses the wrong road, decisions of criminal deeds will do him in.

The hangman will watch as you climb the stairs, each step you will sweat,

A choice you have made, time to pay, the hangman does have his day.

Keith Garrett

CELTIC SOUNDS’

Irish music from a faraway land,

Mystical tunes Into my mind, they are heard.

Soothing to the soul, these words listened too,

Closing my eyes, drifting Into a dream state of peace.

These voices of Angels’ singing so soft,

Echoes Into your thoughts,’ feelings’ of at ease.

Instruments of sound, like a symphony of happiness,

Something of a heavenly miracle.

Celtic sounds’ from long ago,

Live on, and on like spirits’ In the wind.

Keith Garrett

“BOOK OF FAITH”

I’d like to read to you a story, sit back and listen, dear friend,

This Is about a man who has lost and found things of happiness.

He Is not a wise man, although at times he knows of wisdom,

He Is not an angry man, but anger lives within his spirit.

This man walks a road of at times fear and confidence lost,

Happiness Is that which he so much wants to hold onto but there

Are those moments when to be happy can be a struggle, a search.

He Is a man of Inner strength, he possesses no surrender,

Will not give up,

There are those times when weakness attacks and the battle rages.

He holds In him close to his heart, faith that all will be as It should,

That things will turn out, God willing the way he Intended.

This man has much love In him as he did and still loves but will

Again love.

To live on his own, too live his life and again share his time with

Another.

This Is my story, this Is my book of faith told only to you dear

Friend,

Keep It with you always, may the Lord bless and watch over you

As your road Is traveled each and every day Into the rest of your life.

Love always, Keith Garrett

CHILDREN WERE WE

Echoes In time, treasured sounds dreamed In my mind,

From a lifetime ago In a place from the past, a town.

Walking In the streets, a simple time remembered,

Shadows, ghosts of friends’ thought of once In awhile.

Warm Summer’s with not a care In the world for us,

Young were we as If today might be yesterday.

With the wind, the years are swept away Into today,

The voice of a woman, a girl brought from a distant day.

Children were we just a moment ago, only a moment ago,

From a man to a woman again I might know, Images of children,

Thoughts of a place sometimes traveled In my mind alone.

For you,

Keith Garrett

WOUNDS OF TIME

Innocence and pure, the newborn child,

Day by day what’s taught and learned.

With an eye that which is witnessed,

An ear, sounds of many spoken thoughts.

Physical pain, hurtful words that disable and change,

Corruption and crime, nightmares of life that torment the mind.

Like scars, lessons that make us strong,

Wounds of time sometimes alter a clean mind.

Can’t is only a word, failure learned from weakness,

Our minds and bodies see battles over time,

Learn from them, survive, unkind are wounds of time.

Keith Garrett

COMING ON IS AUGUST

The end of another month, hot Summer nights are here,

Tomorrow a new day begins, a name for another beginning.

August brings us a most hated heatwave, long days are coming,

I awake in the night to heat that grows stronger into the morning light,

Coming on is August when the sun rises to a different Summer chapter.

Darkness fades early as the brightness of a morning new is upon us all,

Sleep well tonight, everyone across the world will wake to an August once again.

What to expect when we rise to tomorrow, get up early to a quiet start,

Coming on is August, I wait for a cooler day to replace its name.

Keith Garrett

THERE ONCE LIVED A MAN

Many lifetimes ago there lived a youthful man,

He worked hard, he did all that a man can.

On his farm, awoke when the rooster said,

Watched the sunrise, breakfast began his day.

A simple man who worked hard on his land,

Crops in the field, a little money in his hand.

He had a wife with a pretty smile,

She was there when the day was done,

As he walked in from the setting sun.

Supper on the table, tired was this man and wife,

A warm fire and some conversation till sleep set in their eyes.

Children were grown, an adventure of their own,

A mother, a father, in a home now alone.

There once was a man who loved all that he had.

Keith Garrett

DANCE HALL GIRLS

From a hard day’s work they come to town,

Out on the range, from their farms, from the saddle.

For a drink, a card game, or something to eat,

They come to let off steam, music, and dance hall girls, on this night in the heat.

In dresses with smiles, it is their job to entertain,

A drink with a cowboy, a fantasy for he.

They drink and they gamble, dance with the girls,

Hoping to spend a night not alone.

Dance hall girls in an old western town,

Men come from all over for the scent of perfume and a smile.

Keith Garrett