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

“EMMA”

She walked along the shore, on a beach many years before,

Young and beautiful, her life seen before her eyes, some time ago.

Long dark hair with a smile that brightens up that which is in sight,

A simple life with the wind blowing through her hair, a lifetime ago.

Her name is Emma, she walks along the shore a different way now,

Shorter hair of a silver gray, a smile that is less as the years have taken,

Eyes that sparkle a little less with the sun going down on an aging life.

Her name is Emma, she walks much slower with the wind through her hair,

She may disappear but she will forever walk along the shore.

Keith Garrett

I’M HERE!

My wagon went off the road, It turned upside down and I’m hurt,

The weather Is good so I lay here In the sun of the day In much pain.

Looking around I see the damage, my supplies are everywhere scattered,

There are people counting on me but I am where not a heart will see me.

As I stare up to the sky I see hawks circling about, not today I say,

I’m alive! there must soon be another wagon on the road passing by.

The crows are getting at the ripped open bags of seed, I throw my empty canteen,

My friends, the town must be searching for me now, I will be found alive.

Time passes by, please find me before the light turns to the dark of night,

A sound, a rumble getting closer, I try to let out a yell but I’m very weak,

I’m here!, with one burst of energy I scream, I’m here! I’m here!.

Keith Garrett

THE PAIN INSIDE

Inside is where my fear hides, I see the fear in humanity,

Anxiety disturbs me, takes from my nights, the world has fright.

Would faith and hope be of the same dream,

The pain inside holds a silent scream.

In most disturbing ways, humans cry inside with pain,

Emotions run deep, what haunts a soul not easily seen,

Abused, physically beaten, the pain inside takes from our day.

Keith Garrett

I DID NOT REALIZE

Mother, when I saw that you were sick I did not want to see,

Never did I want to know that soon you would no longer be.

I did not realize that anything could be so wrong, now you are gone,

We spoke for a few minutes on your last birthday, you had no words.

It did not seem as though you were at that time ill, kept that to yourself,

I did not realize in a flash you would be gone, no more a mother or mom.

What were you feeling, what was in your heart three weeks before you died,

I did not realize what was killing you inside, what you were trying to hide.

Keith Garrett

I HAD A DREAM LAST NIGHT

I could feel the nervousness, nausea in my stomach,

It was so real as I could first see my favorite singer before me.

The crowd was roaring as I found myself up there on the stage,

In my sleep, I could hear tender years, where was I at this time.?

Friends and family were there but it was so dark, no faces to be,

All were watching as now there appeared a band, I was to sing and play.

This was my big chance but I could not sing or play this guitar in my hands,

Eyes were on me, now the invisible crowd was everywhere, I was there.

The dark side, Johnny B. Goode was being sung with guitar as I watched,

Within a moment it was I who was playing that guitar and singing with another.

I had a dream last night, was it real, no but the experience was there when I awoke.

Keith Garrett

KICK THE CAN

Children at play, remember back when, a Summer day,

Saturday and Sunday were always the best, did not have to rest.

Time passes by as the magic is taken from our eyes, days drift by,

Hunting for pollywogs, jumping rope, running through the sprinklers,

Kick the can, running with childhood friends until a hot day does end.

Can’t run fast anymore, hide and seek is that but an almost lost memory,

Kick that can! down the street, I think of you, girls and boys from yesterday.

Is age only a number? don’t let yourself grow so old, think back to once a child,

Magic waits for you, close your eyes and listen for the laughter, a child’s smile.

Keith Garrett

HE LETS HIS GUITAR TALK

He rocks with his guitar, up on the stage he stands,

Stomps his feet as he plays to the sound of the crowd.

He belts out a song as he circles the stage In a dance,

This guitar of his speaks as he speaks out loud.

As always before, Bruce Is the attraction upfront,

Studies and feels the audience, then lets it all out.

The musical tunes float through the air,

From a band of musicians who for the boss will go anywhere.

He sings out the words, across the floor he walks,

Watch this man while he lets his guitar talk.

Keith Garrett

AN ALWAYS CHANGING SKY

A light shade of gray evenly covering that which lives below,

Clouds so heavy and thick with moisture ready to rain down.

In the early evening as the sun fades many shades of color,

After dark, on a clear, starry night you can see forever high.

Big, white fluffy clouds of many shapes sitting still above your head,

With the wind, you’ll see their shapes change and drift slowly away.

Thunder and lightning visit a dark, stormy day, the sun is there,

Hiding beyond the blanket of nature, the sun still shines without sight.

An always changing sky, never the same throughout any given day,

The sky is always there, it is the elements that move through and change it.

Keith Garrett