MYSTICAL DREAMS OF SHORES UNSEEN

 About a land so far across the sea, stories of Knights 
 From days lost,
 Castles of stone standing through centuries of tales 
 Told, Those who know.
 Kings and Queens ever since this Island was discovered
 Back in a dream,
 Magical wizards are fables of men said to them as a 
 Child long ago.
 Those dressed In armor, a King by the name of Arthur 
 And a sword,
 A legendary table of round, sat Knights so long ago on 
 Shores unseen.
 Princes and princesses, dancing at parties of royalty In 
 A far off land,
 Common men and women lived together and begged for food, 
 A hand.
 Woods of old England, warriors and Knights with bows and 
 Swords,
 Mystical dreams of times, of shores unseen, a book of 
 Tales.
 Along the River, lakes of swans gliding across the  
 Mirrored Glass,
 Over the hills where the whispering winds watch the grass 
 Dance.
 In the English night sky, through the known expected fog 
 Of the land,
 A rising moon shines Its glowing light upon the trees,  
 Upon These shores.
 Seasons of many centuries, witnessed by a people with  
 Voices Of sound,
 Sir Lancelot dressed for battle, riding high upon a dark 
 Horse Into forever.
 Dragons of fantasy flying through the sky, wings spread, 
 Soaring,
 Breath of fire It Is told they possess, demons brought to  
 Life In a dream.
 Legends of many moons long since past, ghosts of heroes  
 Wander In mist,
 Mystical dreams of shores unseen, songs sung In green 
 Meadows.
 A beautiful sound from voices such a long time ago.

                  Keith Garrett 

                    I'VE STOOD STRONG


 I've stood strong, Oh! so long and watched time 
 Pass,

 To see the sun rise, too see the sunset.


 Above me, the clouds drift past each day,


 Can't see where they go, this Is where I stay.


 In the dark of night I stand not alone,


 What keeps me company Is that which roams.


 The wind passes through me on a journey across the 
 Sky,

 I'm never cold nor have I died.


 Many have visited and stayed where I stand,


 Some are now part of this land.


 I'll still be here long after you,


 I've stood strong, I'm different, this Is true.


       By Keith Garrett 

                   I'M JUST A POOR BOY


 No car do I own, socks' full of holes, day by day 
 An hourly wage,


 I lie there In bed worrying about tomorrow, a bed 
 Of my own.


 No credit cards' or a bank account, my only money In 
 An aging wallet,


 A table of food always, dinner as a poor boy will 
 Gladly serve.


 Clothes on my back, shoes that take me to where I 
 Survive,


 Blesses of many In a world of sorrow and strife.



 I'm just a poor boy with a smile and a tear, a wish 
 And a fear,


 What I lack In gold Is made up of treasure discovered 
 Every day.


 I'll take a trip somewhere from my mind, to a place 
 Of fantasy,


 A rich man can't find, where a poor boy can't buy.



 I'm just a poor boy with so much to give, I give to you,



 I'm just a poor boy, what's a poor boy to do.


                       Keith Garrett 

                                                                                                 
          AND THEN THERE WERE NONE



 A fight for survival, mans quest for power to rule,



 Fear and ignorance but money will be the tool.



                                                                                    Inventors of destruction, builders of a  force,



 The enemy is our brother, traitor to the land.



                                                                                        Which side are we on, who is on our side,



 Conflict and hatred, how many must have to die?



 And then there were none, not much left to say,



 Put the bombs away, we may have another day.


                     Keith Garrett

                     ACROSS THE SKY


 I soar through the air up In the wide open sky,



 Just myself and some wings', we fly, and fly.



 So peaceful up here, quiet without many a sound,



 Feel like I'm flying to the sun, far from the ground.



 Clouds' are floating to nowhere that I can see,



 A never ending flight, just the sky and me.



 Looking down Is another world not like here,



 Across the sky, not crowded with fear.


            Keith Garrett                

                    A WESTERN SCENE


 They stood alone but together, gunfighters so mean,



 A battle on a dirty street, a ghost town today, of 
 Memories.


 A western scene where  dance hall girls entertain 
 gamblers so drunk,


 Outlaws whom do rob and kill will one day have their 
 Walk to the gallows.


 There is a ranch out beyond where a town sits, cowboys 
 Who once rode,


 There was a time when laws were different, justice could 
 Be a swift act.


 Bounty hunters tracked down fugitives who escaped and ran 
 From the law,


 A western scene where a family worked hard for a farm, 
 For their dream.
                  Keith Garrett

                                                                   
                    BEYOND THE SKY

 From my beginning I've sat and watched you,



 Up so high, beyond what Is blue.



 I'm always here but you can't always see,



 Perhaps clouds' cover your view of beautiful me.



 If my lights' are turned on you might see my smile,



 On a dark clear night I'll be up for a while.



 As you awake In the morning I'll be asleep,



 Another time Is when we'll meet.


             Keith Garrett

                                                                                                  
               AN ACT OF FAITH


 Is there trust in yourself, what trust in others,


 How far would you walk for another, what would you give?


 Are you of a good heart even if in the end there is no 
 Reward,

 Do you expect something in return for putting your life 
 On the line.

 Would you run out in the street to save a child or one in 
 A burning car,

 Is it  a question of a moral value, fear and life is a 
 Thought that comes to mind.

 An act of faith, would you take a chance, do anything  
 For friend or man,

 Would you give of yourself if there could become a certain 
 End.
                                 Keith Garrett

                                                                                                               
               AGAINST NATURE



 These things that are against nature are a reality,


 Certain it is that we are not allowed to be here forever.


 Trees may not stay small, age they will, older than man 
 Are many,

 Mountains are formed, they age and change but may be 
 Always.

 Against nature that all things will stay the same, this 
 Is true,

 There are more of these against nature, take a look with me.


 Burning things that sicken the lungs and dirty the air,


 Bombs dropping from the sky, chemical spills everywhere.


 Trash tossed from windows, lining the streets you see,


 Environment is being altered, everyone sees, eyes are 
 Closed.
                      Keith Garrett

                   "A STRANGER"


 Cobwebs and tumbleweeds, traces of life and the past,


 A forgotten road not so often traveled, not anymore.


 Where do they go, the ones we once knew and walked with,


 More and more they become ghosts, faded faces from 
 Yesterday.

 Time slips away slowly Into my tomorrow where my memories 
 Are found,

 Friends' are now strangers, strangers are now my friends.'


 There once lived a woman who I did not know, she lived  
 Her Life without me.

 In her there was not a thought of me, for me she had no 
 Meaning,

 This stranger that I had not met would someday be the
 Love A man could not forget.

 Like the wind forever blowing, she has drifted, a  
 Stranger I never knew,

 Where did you go,! where did you go,! A stranger I love, a 
 Woman, I'll never know.

                        Keith Garrett