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, 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

CRY BY THE LIGHT OF THE NIGHT!

When there’s nothing left, only those who are of destruction,

They live, but they are without a soul, a heart, any love connection.

Hunt we do for food, water gathered by the riverside, I cry,

How for personal gain and greed can it all be thrown away?

We run from the day, dodge by the dark of an endless night,

Sleep is rare, with an eye open weapons are to be a trusted friend.

There’s no time being afraid when you’re running for your life,

The thought of what’s right or wrong lives in your weary minds.

Cry by the light of the night! run in the darkness, seek daylight,

The battle may be strong, the war will end, I’ll be with you again.

Keith Garrett

CAN YOU SEE THE MOUNTAIN

Has stood tall for centuries, some never see,

Winter is a most beautiful time and scene.

The winds blow around and through each tree,

Snow collects upon the branches, a picture does change.

Icicles form, hang on the aging stone, creeks are so cold,

Deer are quiet but yet they are seen, life is more than dreamed.

There is a mist in the air, fog wanders in different directions,

History lives within a mountain, Winters of struggle and cold,

Storms that carry blizzards from times of long ago.

Keith Garrett

SHOULD HAVE STAYED IN BED

Woke to the sound of rain, an aching head to start my day,

Tripped over the cat that scratched me as I fell.

I went for the shower but the water was turned off,

Out in the street, they were fixing a pipe, won’t go back on until the night.

A cup of coffee would have been nice,

If only I had gone shopping instead of drinking last night.

I put on my pants to go to the store,

Couldn’t get my car out of the driveway, the street was closed.

Back in the house, soaked by the rain,

What to do on such a lousy day.

Couldn’t watch t.v., the cable was out,

Put on the stereo, the power went out.

A drip on my head, this can’t be happening to me,

The roof had a leak, only eight in the morning, kill me I say.

I walked to the store, bought what I need,

On the way home, a car drenched me, groceries at my feet.

Should have stayed in bed, I didn’t know,

Another drink and a pill, back to sleep I’ll go.

Forget the rest of the day, can you see how it’s gonna go,

Maybe tomorrow I won’t have to know.

Keith Garrett

GOD IS IN THE RAIN

Clouds form, they turn dark with storm,

Drops fall from the sky, cold and warm.

More and more as they touch treetops,

Drip by drip they trickle down to the ground.

Into the rivers, flowing into the oceans as one,

Drops of rain cover lakes, slowly filling with time.

From the mountains, the water makes its way down,

Soaking the hills to create life, within the flowers and grass.

Let the rain fall, God is in the rain, In the drops that are upon you,

God is in the rain as it comes down, God soaks this world with life.

Keith Garrett

GLIMMER MAN

When he moves it is that he can not be seen,

Like a shadow that stays not in the same place.

He moves as the wind moves, never is he observed,

Like time, Just as a ghost moves along without notice.

A phantom, a spirit in the night, exists he does,

If you become the prey, if seeking you becomes his game,

He will find you, not a soul can run from what can not be seen.

He is the glimmer man, his job is to eliminate,

Keep from being the hunted, he has a name and knows his game.

Keith Garrett

BEACHES AND OCEANS

To love the beach, walking along the sand so warm,

Looking ahead of me at the pier in the distance.

The feel of the wind as I’m walking along the wet, sandy shore,

The sun shining in the sky, seagulls flying in search for food.

My thoughts are of many things as I dream of life’s pleasures,

At peace, I am strolling along listening, always listening.

The waves are a beautiful sight, musical tunes crashing upon the shore,

The horizon seems like forever as I stare in silence at its mystery.

Shadows from clouds darken the ocean but only a touch,

The wonders of life that live beneath the waters are seen from within.

Beaches and oceans have been forever,

There’s a great love for me as they go on together.

Keith Garrett

AN UNCERTAIN AMERICA

Crime in the streets, it goes on in the day and by dark of night,

Anger and mistrust are now an epidemic of disease running wild.

Shooting guns are everywhere, open your eyes, beware as the enemy is here,

We are hated but laughed at all around this spinning globe, we are weakening, they know.

It is us who are deadlier, more dangerous than those who surround and invade,

Standing together we pretend, we are each one on our own, make no mistake, we are alone.

Our lives matter but only to us, there is no high power who cares if we survive or turn to dust,

Can you see it? every day the horror encircles our American way, we slowly decay, soon to go away.

An uncertain America where the flag moves slowly down, shredding a little each day,

Something wicked is coming soon our way, be well prepared with trust only in yourself.

Keith Garrett

MIGHT GOD BE A CHILD

Never a picture of God, thoughts of a face like ours,

As a child, as children did we wonder or believe more,

The Innocence of a young mind holds fantasies of many.

Playing in a kingdom just as a child plays in the park,

Could this place be for a mysterious boys’ amusement or not?

Might God be a child, Is this why we grow old and die,

Possibly a magnificent little boy who created it all.

When there was nothing was there a who to think there could be something,

Might God be a child? If so then how might this soul have been created,

How did we go from nothing to something, was God born from nothing?

Keith Garrett

AMESBURY, MASSACHUSETTS

My thoughts and memories go way back In time to a faraway place,

Not so far In distance anymore as the distance In my mind, Amesbury.

There are times when I can smell the air and still feel the cold, snow,

I remember I was only four and a half, I do recall that far back, East.

My eyes can see those purple grapes on the vines, the hills up above our house,

Playing with my friend Donnie, we had many adventures as kids back then.

I’m not really sure but there appeared to be woods or trees down our street,

I remember riding my batman bike, a cellar outback I do believe, not a dream.

I had a bag of blocks, all different colors and shapes, I was just a small boy,

I can remember the snowstorms that put the power out, I can see candles In the house.

A memory of being In my bed staring at my Herman Munster head on the dresser,

Coloring books, cartoons such as Milton the monster show, Christmas Eve snow.

Icicles hanging from rooftops, making snowmen out In the freezing cold,

Sometimes I want to go home, back to where It all began, when I was most happy.

I remember laying on my parents’ bed, staring up at a full moon, when will they be home,

I think of a dad out In the snow, can somebody answer me, where did he go.?

Throwing snowballs Into the street, cold through my gloves, I remember me,

So many memories locked Inside the mind of a long lost child once upon a time.

Amesbury, Massachusetts seems like a dream, A story written from thoughts of a child,

There once was a boy named Keith, he had a life that’s been written In a book put away.

It sets on a shelf but never does It again get read, thoughts that rest forever In a man’s head.

Keith Garrett