PAPER AIRPLANES

Watch them fly, as a child, magic in flight,

Different sizes, many paper shapes.

When just a boy, when magic seemed so real,

In my desk, there were stacks of paper airplanes,

Colored and ready for takeoff, imagination of a child.

They soared in the sky on a breezy, sun filled day,

I remember those times when I would run and play.

Upon a hill, standing there looking down,

My airplanes of paper ready to sail up high.

Paper airplanes in my time of youth,

I can almost feel it again, I can see it now.

Keith Garrett

MY NAME WAS TOM

A lifetime ago, many years in the past,
My name was Tom, I lived on a farm in the South.
A wife named Elizabeth, a fine woman,
Two daughters, Emily and Marie, indeed.
During the Civil War, I took my place alongside many men,
Did not think I would return home, seeing so many die.
Wounded everywhere, families destroyed,
The war ended, I returned to be with my family.
We decide to head West, buy a farm,
Settled down to a new world, many years ago.
Friends I had are no more, I once had a farm,
Nothing is forever as Emily and Marie had grown.
Daughters once loved by me married and had children of their own,
My wife got older as did I, back in a time.
One day sickness took hold of my life,
I did die once upon a time.
My wife Elizabeth was now much alone,
Working the farm I once owned.
Not so many years had passed, memories are in the past,
Elizabeth, my once fine wife, it was now her time to die, too again be mine.
Life’s clock keeps ticking, things change, disappear,
Emily and Marie, those daughters of mine,
They had wonderful lives, they had their days to see heaven in the sky.
My name was Tom, I had a life,
A fine wife and two loving daughters by the names of Emily and Marie,
My name was Tom, now we are all gone.

Keith Garrett

LET ME LIVE!

Listen to the drummers beat, bang the drums slowly,

Steal it does something each day from deep inside.

The mind is a powerful machine of its own,

It tears at my body as it haunts my soul.

There’s a force, an invisible monster that seeks me,

The toll it takes on my every day can only be imagined if not experienced.

A spirit weakened as the fight lingers on to survive,

Let me live!, I want to stay alive.

My place of thought will only take so much in before

It can handle no other struggles,

Shut down it will and cease to see a world.

Let me live! as I am not asking,

My statement has been made,

I know who you are, they call you panic!.

Keith Garrett

LEGENDS OF THE OLD WEST

They came from a time chosen for them,

Became that which they were from many circumstances.

Right or wrong, bad or good, these are the legends of the old west,

The men and women who survived as they did.

From Wyatt Earp to the Dalton gang, these names,

Doc Holliday and Calamity Jane once walked.

Bat Mastersen, Buffalo Bill Cody, and Wild Bill Hicock,

Men of the old west, a different time and place.

Annie Oakley, or General George Custer, another two,

Frank and Jesse James robbing banks and trains.

Billy the Kid at a young age killed a few,

Pat Garrett the sheriff shot him down.

From the Alamo they fought and died, back in time,

Jim Bowie did fight, Davey Crockett no longer alive.

Sitting bull and Geronimo, Cochise, Indians of stories,

Were a different breed, lived and died as they believed,

Legends of the old west, stories in time.

Keith Garrett

INDIAN BRAVE

From ancestors, traditions handed down,

Taught by a father, lessons from a chief.

Their way was not the white mans’ way,

Born on the land, that which was precious.

That which was sacred, heart of the Indian,

Fought for that which was believed in.

They hunted for food, they did not waste,

Used the land to survive all the days.

An Indian brave, a warrior man,

Afraid not of death, fore another life they will have.

Keith Garrett

HOW OLD IS OLD?

The universe has been around us for so long no one knows,

Dinosaurs lived once upon a time, where does the time go.

The earth is old but to the cosmos young as a newborn child,

How old is god, is he older than old.?

Oceans never stop moving, around the world they go,

How old are the oceans, how old, how old.?

Mountains stand together so high in the sky,

They’re not as old as the sun, how old is old?

If we live to be one hundred then we are very old,

In the scheme of eternity, we are a speck of dust in the wind.

How old is old, a thought to ponder as we age day by day?

Keith Garrett

STRANGE THINGS

From outer space where it all began a mystery,

Unusual formations, there is something out there.

Under the sea, theories of other worlds below the sky,

We stand on the ground, man makes many a strange sound.

Legends and fables from the hills to the mountains above,

Far away lands of strange stories and possible magical things,

Strange things indeed, long ago Indian tales, towns that disappear.

Cities that once were, civilizations lost with the changing. times,

Strange things have been seen, strange things in dreams.

Keith Garrett

STAY OFF THE TRACKS!

Keep clear! when you hear the whistle blow,

Stay off the tracks until the smoke clears.

Don’t walk upon its path, don’t get your foot caught,

Thundering down the track, it will take your breath away.

Stay off the tracks, listen for the rumbling sound,

Make sure not to trip or fall, it’s faster than you might imagine,

Stay off the tracks, you may not ever be coming back.

Keith Garrett

MYSTICAL TUNES’ OF LONG AGO

Like mystical Knights’ from a time long since past,

These three surviving warriors’ are back at last.

A golden God wailing tunes’ that echo through our minds’,

With emotion to his audience, a performer so fine.

From a magical guitarist born back In time,

Plays’ a bow on the strings’ like a wizard casts’ a spell.

On his organ, he plays’ sounds’ like they were made up In heaven,

Also, a guitar would be another weapon.

Together a power, none dreamed of before,

A masterpiece of song never seen on a stage floor.

Missing from them, one fallen warrior,

Whose hammering on his drums’ shook the ground like thunder,

They called him Bonzo, now a spirit In a new world of wonder.

From England, they were born some time ago,

Their music lives on forever you know.

Robert Plant, Jimmy Page, John Bonham, John Paul Jones,

Led Zeppelin, Keith Garrett

MORE THAN A MEMORY

You drift backward as I move forward in time,

Existed for but a moment in this world of mine.

You were so very real, more than a memory,

Our distance will come together, again we will meet,

A smile on your face, you meant so much to me.

More than a memory, personality, heart, and soul,

You once walked this land, my father from a moment ago.

Keith Garrett