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 feel but cannot see goes away,

Will it again below 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

LEFT IN A CHAIR

A husband now gone, a lifetime spent together,

She has a life, not young anymore but a human being.

Everything has changed for this nice lady of an older age,

Taken from her home where comfort was her daily friend.

Cast aside in such ways, disregarded as a person due to aging,

Sad as the family she raised now takes away her Independence.

From once a baby now treated once again as a child, I watch this,

They wait for her to go, out of greed they seem not to care,

She sits by a back door, it seems her life is left in a chair.

Keith Garrett

FEET IN THE CREEK

Beneath the trees that touch the sky,

Down where their leaves fall to the ground.

Across a meadow, beyond the grass so tall,

A creek with flowing water, I travel under the sun.

What a treat, my shoes are off, my feet in the creek,

Under these trees that have stood here for some time,

Beneath the blue and clouded sky, water touches my feet

Feet in the creek, a cool, flowing breeze, just these things and me.

Keith Garrett

EVERYONE HAS A STORY

Before our first breath of life, our first day recognized,
A book, blank on the inside, pages not yet written.
The cover plain without scene or color, our story begins,
This is our book until the last page written, everyone has a story.
We begin with that which we first see, pictures created,
We have the choice to write this ourselves or be written about.
Live our lives through our own eyes, walk and dream, page by page,
We will learn and experience many things as we travel our chosen path.
There will be times when a road taken is not the one we might desire,
We will come across every emotion created and attempt to deal with it.
Everyone has a story to write, write it yourself until the last page,
When it’s time to put that pen down, rest your weary head.

Keith Garrett

GHOSTS IN THE WIND

Back to where you once belonged, the old neighborhood.

You went back there, much older than you used to be,

Walked passed houses and strolled up and down streets of old,

Trees have grown, faces have changed beyond those long ago days.

Listen! Voices of friends blowing in the wind, visions of yesterday,

Knock on the door, they are not there anymore, the hourglass runs out.

They flow, they drift with the wind, good friends are gone, good friends live,

We gathered together in a town, ghosts in the wind make many a sound.

Keith Garrett

GREATNESS IN THE EIGHTIES

What a team, a very special and amazing group of men,

Seems like just yesterday they were here now a memory so fine.

They were the Lakers with quickness and speed,

Down the floor they would run, no one like them could there be.

They could pass the ball with such finesse,

Wizards of the court when they were at their best.

Something special each one would have to give,

Together they were an orchestra, like music so fine.

Destroy their opponent each battle they would do,

These talented sportsmen to the world all knew.

Magic their leader, on the floor there was nothing he couldn’t do,

A man called big game James as fast and quick with the things he could do.

One they called Cooper for his Coop-a-loop,

Beside him, there was Byron who could shoot the ball too,

Don’t forget A.C. Green who fought for his dream.

Of course in the middle now in the hall of fame,

King Kareem was their giant with his hook so mean.

Let’s nor forget Superman, Kurt Rambis a big part,

Who fought for his team with such a great heart.

Los Angeles Lakers,

Greatness in the eighties. Keith Garrett

I DON’T UNDERSTAND

A matter of faith, yes! this must be as I don’t understand,

Many tales of bad things happening all over this great world.

Although there is much suffering everywhere, I never blame God,

Fore many things are the cause of man, piece by piece the world crumbles.

A story of a man I recall many years ago from a town, Yorba Linda,

He was the reverend of a church, the Moravian Church across from the school.

Cared about people, loyalty to this church and his family, a loving man,

Never a bad deed, throughout life always a helping hand, I remember him.

I have been told of his days now, living with Parkinson’s Disease, he lives,

I don’t understand why a man such as this, devoted to doing good was given this.

A man of God, this is not that which he deserves, for a reason I suppose, God knows,

I don’t understand why some things should be for the wrong man, I don’t understand.

Keith Garrett

GOODBYE, EDDIE HASKELL

A teenager with all the answers, always an act put on,

You thought you could fool everyone with your alter ego.

Eddie, some did not understand you, saw you as a creep,

Your best friend, Walley could always see right through you.

Not very often could you be you, fear and insecurity a secret too,

You were a big mouth but a heart in you of a good, young man.

Such a character, against the system with a grin of disguise,

You will forever walk the streets of Mayfield, ghosts at your side.

Rest in peace, Ken Osmond.
Keith Garrett

DOES IT REALLY HAPPEN?

Are they out there somewhere beyond the earth,

Do they study us as we sleep, what do you think?

What happens behind closed doors, we have an idea,

But what closed doors are worse than another?

Does it really happen? yes, it does, they spy from within,

The dollar exchanges hands in every land, good and bad.

They’re taken and sold, disappear without a trace,

Money to be gained in any type of place.

Does it really happen? don’t close your eyes to the day,

I’m not trying to be of a cynical mind but something is coming our way.

Keith Garrett

LOOK AT THE MOUNTAIN

Up so hight it stands watching over what’s below,

We look to it as something of a miracle.

What do you see when first you glance,

A statue of power still standing long after man.

Upon it lives trees that have grown through much of our history,

Left behind their mark of people that once were.

Streams and waterfalls created through time,

Shrubs and flowers for years grown by the rain that falls.

Look at the mountain, stare at it long,

Born from nature with a story to tell.

Keith Garrett