“BOOK OF FAITH”

I’d like to read to you a story, sit back and listen dear friend,

This Is about a man whom has lost and found things of happiness.

He Is not a wise man although at times he knows of wisdom,

He Is not an angry man but anger lives within his spirit.

This man walks a road of at times fear and confidence lost,

Happiness Is that which he so much wants to hold onto but there

Are those moments when to be happy can be a struggle, a search.

He Is a man of Inner strength, he possesses no surrender,

Will not give up,

There are those times when weakness attacks and the battle rages.

He holds In him close to his heart, faith that all will be as It should,

That things will turn out, God willing the way he Intended.

This man has much love In him as he did and still loves but will

Again love.

To live on his own, too live his life and again share his time with

Another.

This Is my story, this Is my book of faith told only to you dear

Friend,

Keep It with you always, may the lord bless and watch over you

As your road Is traveled each and every day Into the rest of your life.

Love always, Keith Garrett

“UNBREAKABLE”

Look at me, bruised and battered, kicked but I will not fall,

The smile on my face stripped away, smile again, smile.

Push me, shove me, like the boxer I will stand and be recognized,

The fight does not end until one can’not stand any longer, I will not fall.

Happiness at times has deserted this alone man, It has come back to me,

The way, the path to my heart It does know, yes! home It has come.

I’ve cracked, I have been stomped upon but I will not be defeated,

I’m a strong and powerful being, you can’not destroy the unbreakable.

Look at me, stare Into these fiery eyes, there’s more than you know,

I’m unbreakable, I am unbreakable, listen, listen, you can’not hurt me.

Keith Garrett

As he sat down in his rocking chair he began to speak,

With a smile, he invited me to sit and went about his story.

His life as a child at the beginning of a war for Independence,

On a farm in South Carolina, he lived with a father, brothers, sisters.

He went on to tell of adventures in the Summer just before it happened,

A big house, great times with family, working the farm each day was tiring.

He must have been about ninety years old now, the war and those days long gone,

A childhood recalled, swimming in the pond with a friend or two, the night’s moon.

He told me of this war being all around them, nothing would be the same, much change,

Tears in his eyes as he described that time and place where brothers and family died.

He sits in his chair today, many years away from there, he lives in that house today,

He sits in his chair on that porch where as a child he played, he told me of his life.

Keith Garrett

” ONCE I DREAMED”

One cold chilly night as I drifted off to sleep, what did I see,

Something happening In front of me, all around as I am still.

Once I dreamed baby, again It was you and me on a cold chilly night,

Dreamed we were together, dreamed everything was alright.

Walking hand In hand as the days’ turned to night, this I dreamed,

A pretty smile your face wears, to see this I have to sleep, dream.

Darling If only dreams’ could come true then It would be you and me,

Once I dreamed again, standing In front of me was you, dare to dream.

Again I dream, a dream that stands’ In front of me.

Keith Garrett

WATCHER OF THE SEA

High above the water, overlooking the ocean,

Built above the rocks standing tall under the sky.

With Its’ eyes of light so bright watching for those,

Guiding who might approach these shores, looking.

For so many years It sees, watches, and waits,

As from across the horizon travelers make their way.

Watcher of the sea keeping your eye on what Is all around thee,

Whether the light of day or the dark of night, you watch.

Trusted by many are you, counted on for safety,

You are the watcher of the sea, lonely as It may be.

Keith Garrett

VOICES

Around us, we hear those who speak,
Words and phrases to others’ who will hear.

So many different tones from mouths each day,
Softly spoken or In a deep mean way.

Talking a lot Is a way for some,
Fast and unclear Is another way too.

We hear many voices as we spend our day,
Talking about their lives and crying about their pain.

Voices are heard singing songs,
Which makes us happy and brings our emotions outside.

On the phone, there are voices, to us spoken words,
We can’t even see them but still, they are heard.

Without voices, we will not be heard,
If we are not heard then there Is silence.

Keith Garrett

UPON YOU I FALL

Up so high, I’m created there,

Above the earth, up In the air.

I lie and wait for the clouds to cry,

Down on you, I fall from the sky.

Throughout time, I’ve been found,

Sometimes I’ll make a different sound.

The sun will shine, I’ll go away,

My time will come another day.

There Is no pain when you feel my touch,

Down upon you, sometimes I am much.

I must fall for you to live,

To mankind, It Is this gift I give.

Keith Garrett

TRAIN RIDE

Awaiting Its’ arrival as here It comes to take me away,

Sounds like thunder rumbling down the track, whistling.

Puffing black smoke up Into the air, Its’ headlight shining,

This monster of steel Is here, time for me to climb aboard.

Listen to the hissing from this steam engine, hear It,

We take off heading through the hills’ with much to see.

From out of the window stare do I as we pass through,

Darkness from within a mountain carved out a passage.

Tons of rock and dirt hanging above us as we travel,

Moving through this tunnel Into the light, sun going down.

I listen to the sound of the power of this traveling train,

Out of the window Is a clear sky as the light from the full moon

Shines down, guiding our way across the land.

Keith Garrett

THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD

Through a twister, she journeys’ across the sky,

From her home In Kansas, she and her dog said goodbye.

To fantasy from reality In a place she fell,

Of tiny people, In this land where they dwelled.

If home Is where she wanted then a walk she would take,

Down a long road of yellow brick, to a city, she would make.

Along the way three friends’ she would meet,

Searching for something, each one was unique.

Till the end, they would fight a wicked soul,

Conquer and receive what It was they were told.

Click your heels’ together, one, two, three,

There’s no place like home, back there she would be.

Keith Garrett

STRENGTH AND POWER

With so much force and power am I,

Formed In the beginning, only time knows just why.

I travel and move up and down,

Over and under, my crash forms a sound.

All that lives here answers to me,

These creatures are many, on land they’re not to be.

I move along across the sand,

Sometimes I’m sitting calm, other times, high I’ll stand.

Everywhere Is seen by me,

I’ve visited far off places just like thee.

Throughout time many have sailed across my path,

At times kind I am to them but so many have felt my wrath.

I am strength and power, I am the ocean.

Keith Garrett