HE COULD WEAVE AND WHISTLE

Hiding in the shadows, within the darkness he watches,

Fear spreads among a mountain community of faith.

A mother does hide the child who is of difference,

A young man wanders in the dark of night, brings fright.

He does not speak, treated unkind like a monster in time,

He would whistle to speak, this man was not a freak.

What a talent he possessed, a weaver of baskets and more,

Listen and watch as this stranger to most could weave and whistle.

Keith Garrett

SHE SPOKE OF HER YESTERDAY

Today much older as she speaks of a life once hers,

Not many footsteps away from a town that had life.

She rests at this moment in a home for the elderly,

Although her mind and spirit are as young as her days in the sun.

She spoke of her yesterday, a family of love and plenty,

Her life in a town that was full of life and energy, now aged and still.

Memories flooded her thoughts as she would step back in time,

She spoke of her yesterday to a friend from today, bringing it to life,

We get old with our story to be told, we have something to say, something to give.

Keith Garrett

OH! WHAT A WORLD

This is where we stand in a hostile land,

Politics and policies, rules and regulations.

Lights that say stop, tell us when we can go,

Punch a clock, we’ve become only a number,

This land is your land don’t you know.

Stand in line, give them your code,

Show a picture I.D., or to jail, you might go.

Drive as you should, walk when you can,

Keep your thoughts to yourself in this American land.

Most whom do crime pay as they should,

Some with money walk away from their no good.

All around the world money’s the game,

Oh! what a world, we all have something to say.

Keith Garrett

MORE THAN A THEORY

I can see the world crumbling, weighed down by evil,

It’s overpowering the good and can be seen in many ways.

Will the world soon disappear or change its ways,

More than a theory are many things I think,

Assassinations and lies to the people are a reality.

John Wilkes Boothe did not act alone, I don’t think so,

James Earl Ray, was he really alone on that sad day,

Lee Harvey Oswald, who was the rest, what were their names?

Sirhan Bishara Sirhan, did he act alone, will we ever know,

More than a theory, so many lies, unanswered questions,

More than a theory, corruption, and guilty lies.

Keith Garrett

THIS HOUSE

Standing along a Riverbank within years of trees,

This house so old has been for more than a century.

It has a story, secrets that remain inside its stone walls,

Built to withstand wars, survive the test of time.

Windows there are of many, windows that eyes have looked through,

Eyes that no longer see, lost in this house for eternity.

There are rooms that can not speak fore if they could, horrible screams,

Those who have slept here never awaken from their peaceful dreams.

This house is not haunted as none of the dead have ever stayed,

It sits here quietly as all who have entered never go away.

Keith Garrett

RUST FROM TIME

Sometimes to recall childhood days are lost with what life takes away,

A bicycle of color sits for years until its age is seen through cobwebs so clear.

A shed or a box of stored away and at times forgotten treasures are again a thought,

Going back to a place where once we stood on sidewalks of ghosts, friends we knew.

Trees grow taller, houses rest where inside we once knew those with faces and names,

Hills, where we wandered, have disappeared with this changing world.

Nothing seems to stay the same, faces fade, children we knew all go away,

There are those times when i can just stand there and somewhere in the wind,

When the night is quiet, there’s a fragrance in the air, that feeling of that yesterday.

Like a cloud or veil as the seasons change and we all go our separate ways,

Thoughts change, some memories drift with passing winds.

Rust from time, if so blessed then may we all play the memories in our minds

For just a little while longer.

Keith Garrett

LET’S NOT DESTROY ONE ANOTHER

Worry do we about the enemy from far away lands,

More of a chance to be invaded by an enemy within.

From protests of angry citizens, violence occurs,

Nothing will ever get better in the way they try to be heard.

Rioting in the streets, destroying ones own neighborhood,

How to accomplish anything when nothing you do is of good.

Shootings, fires, and bombs across a nation said to be great,

We show the world ignorance, our children are taught terrible things.

Let’s not destroy one another as we are doing just fine so far,

Wake up America, what will all this destruction do for you?

Keith Garrett

AS LONG AS WE’RE TOGETHER
Once in a while, I travel back in time to a place I walked,
Through my time of youth where I played and ran wild.
I knew of her as a child back in the day of mischief,
Young and full of energy were we, never seemed to be tired.
The heat from the Summer sun wasn’t so harsh at that age,
Growing up in a town of many friends and memories so great.
We lived for the moment as many moments would pass by into the future,
How is it that the grandparents we once had we have now become.?
We changed and went our separate ways, finding our way in this strange world,
Becoming parents, having children and grandchildren as the cycle goes.
Full circle as today we find ourselves in the same place after a lifetime apart,
As long as we’re together nothing else matters, a time comes when we need to
Just think of ourselves and let all others live and move along into their future.
As long as we’re together, everything will forever be better.

Keith Garrett

NEIGHBORS ARE A MEMORY

I lived when once a child around neighbors well known,

If you stay put long enough friendships are forever formed.

Whether or not you live in one place people still go away,

Neighbors are a memory more now in a fast moving world.

More and more we find that on our street there are no friends,

Are they a thing of the past, we live so close but rarely do we speak.

Are people so busy or do they just stay in their own worlds, keep to themselves,

Maybe just a glance, a sincere smile or nothing at all, are their names known?

The more houses are built, the less it seems we want to get acquainted,

Neighbors are a memory but not always in a world of what may be.

Keith Garrett

LOVE IS MANY THINGS

Red represents the color of love, there is love in green eyes,

On a cold, dark, night after work, is supper cooking, not love.?

Dancing in the dark to one’s favorite song,

With someone who cares, the sound of love.

A gift that’s given from a heart so true,

Puts a smile on her face, what is love to you.

Love is many things, a hug to a soul that’s blue,

A kind word to a friend for the pain he goes through.

Love is a prayer because you’re being listened to,

Love is the raindrops falling down,

Plants everywhere, grow from the ground.

Taking time to listen, giving to those who want to live,

What is love but unselfishness?

Love is many things,

To the world one day, may it bring peace.

Keith Garrett