STORIES ARE TOLD

Traditions of storytelling from thousands of years,

Around campfires and in homes in times of old.

Thought up from Imaginations or a small tale that grows,

Fables told by a Grandfather to a child in countries of old.

A bedtime adventure from a book to send you off to dream,

Around the world, many have listened, stories across the sea.

Stories are told that touch one’s soul,” listen child” they never grow too old,

Generation to Generation, within cultures of different beliefs, a tale that speaks.

Keith Garrett

HOUSE OF FIRE

It exists, know of this but never to go there, not I,

Believe do I in a greater force, a spirit of love and hope.

For the evil that lives, the black hearted human will see,

A house of fire built to accommodate all the bad living inside.

I believe in sin fore my share I have collected throughout life,

I am not an evil sort but my sins are just as any other man’s.

Pray do I for forgiveness as one day I will surely dwell in heaven,

The house of fire grows always just as heaven will always grow,

Faith and the goodness of mankind may change this world and

A life after will be larger as the house of fire may weaken and die.

Keith Garrett

ONE MORE DAY

Am I dreaming, selfish to expect or assume another chance,

A breath, watching the sunrise to a brand new day, see and be.

Why do I believe that my time is forever, but what may forever contain,

Is forever now, another moment, another day is so much to ask for.

One more day has been for so long a fantasy guaranteed, a child believed,

A long life is a miracle fore God gives us moment by moment as he sees.

We live one piece at a time, a puzzle with a number that tells of our life scenes,

One day at a time, to see the sunshine after a new morning light is a beautiful sight.

Love and cry under another evening, Summer sky, one more day not to say goodbye,

So many wonderful treasures and pleasures that have to be left behind, seems unkind.

One more day to play in the sand, listen to that favorite song walking hand in hand,

One more day to understand that we have only a limited time to be woman and man.

Keith Garrett

JUDGMENT HAS A FACE

From behind a door, walking down a street, who are they?

They wander around, they look without a friendly sound.

With paper and pen, not a friend as they may smile but pretend,

Watched you are as you walk, speak, examined over a way you dress.

Judge me with your thoughts but what is there to see in you?

I am judged by those whom I never again see, strangers, some family.

Judgment has a face, not the same as it changes from day to place,

We are judged with the rotation of our world, travels with the wind.

Keith Garrett

IN THE COURSE OF A LIFETIME

Born we are, each of us with a purpose unless altered,

Nothing stops what we do depending on anything in our way.

We see so much with these eyes of mystery given from the master,

What about those without sight, is there a gift that comes from here,

Nothing taken for granted when you never saw what you are missing,

You now see with your heart and mind, this is what challenges your time,

We travel a thousand roads trying to choose the best way to go, we don’t know.

Decisions of intelligence, luck along the way, a prayer of hope and we may be okay,

In the course of a lifetime, we pass each other by, shake hands, laugh, and say goodbye.

Keith Garrett

IF YOU HAD NO TOMORROW

Would the birds be a sound singing in your ear,

The mountains not so much appreciated, would their beauty appear.

Would you see the sky in a different way,

Things would become precious for only a day.

The taste of a peach would rest in your mouth,

No time to fight as the hourglass runs out.

The wind against your face, the oceans spray,

Your feet in the sand, to loved ones, what would you say.

If you had no tomorrow, if you could do one last thing,

Would you thank the Lord for giving you everything?

Keith Garrett

I STAND BEFORE YOU

It is I lord, a man with many questions, do you hear me,

I want to see you fore I do not know your face, do you see mine.

My voice echoes with sound, I speak from my mortal lips,

Your words are known to the world, I can surely hear you.

When I cry are my tears held by you with love and compassion,

Is the rain that falls from the sky merely sorrow from those that died.

If the bad, the evil choose to show what’s in them no good,

Do the good of heart possess in them the same temptation for sin.

Love is a thought, a feeling of warmth that touches ones’ soul,

Why is it painful, why does it grow old, please tell me O’ lord.

I stand before you just a poor man with a kind wanting heart,

I ask you to guide me through a pain that does haunt.

Sit with me lord and rock me to sleep, nightmares to dreams,

Take from me this fear that angers my peace.

Keith Garrett

I SEE YOU

You remember me as I think of you, again I see you,

Not during the day as I am awake with the light of day,

I see you in my thoughts and mind, you never went away.

What do you have to say In my dreams beyond the day,

Another vision has come to me while I sleep in the night,

It is you as you once were, why did you visit this time?

I see you at different times, In my heart and wanting eyes,

You can’t be real anymore, a memory that grows older each day,

I see you whenever I want, you’re stronger than before you went away.

I miss you, sir, you know that each moment I feel about you a certain way,

Your smile lives with me always, It hurts me so that you went away.

Keith Garrett
For you, Tony Horton

“FRIENDS”

Do you recall your first friend, do you know them today,

Did they disappear with childhood and drift beyond another day.

I had a friend, a lifetime ago, back when I was only four, I remember,

His name was Donnie, glasses, a Winter cap, a long time ago friend.

Where is he today, no longer a child, I would not know him anyway,

A picture frozen in my mind, he will stay young for the rest of my life.

Kenneth, James, David, and cotero, I think of them from Kindergarten,

A boy named Grover, we were just little boys, innocence of a time now over.

Remember those friends from life’s morning until the night of your life,

So many names but special ones we think about as we travel along,” friends.”

Think of someone you once knew, take a moment, go back to your special place,

I think it’s supposed to be this way, a reason we go through phases and changes.

There are times when friends must be left behind, some with us for a lifetime,

Remembering friends who are out there somewhere, do they remember.?

Keith Garrett

FREEDOM, LAND, AND LIFE

What does it all mean, has the value changed from the beginning,

Did we really start out free, pick a spot to call our own, a home.

How free are we, only as much as they say we can be,

Freedom appears lost, you own a piece of land, taken with a powerful hand,

You work and sweat, blisters on your hands, how long will you stand.

Life is precious, thrown away, discarded through a world of wars,

They will take your life if it’s worth the price, who tells the lies?

Freedom, land, and life, taken away with a flash of light.

Keith Garrett