SILENT WITH WORDS

SILENT WITH WORDS

Their voices can not be heard, speak without sound,

From their minds, words do form, communicate with signs.

Much to say in different ways as they plan their days,

Silent with words that can be heard, they reach out to the world.

Living in a silent land but they hear all that we have to say,

They are silent with words, listen and they shall be heard.

Keith Garrett

 

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SHE’S A DREAMER

SHE’S A DREAMER

She sits under a clear, starry night sky,

Praying to the night, wishing, just wishing.

Flowers all around this beauty of the night,

Long flowing hair with a body so nice, she.

She’s a dreamer, alone but peaceful, never lonely,

She’s a dreamer, happiness lives within this princess.

Keith Garrett

SHE TRAVELED A TRAIN

SHE TRAVELED A TRAIN

A different era, nineteenth century woman, what does she see,

On a trip far away, she’ll travel across a country never before seen.

On a locomotive made of steel, roaring and whistling down the track,

A window seat will be the perfect spot for this adventure to a new land.

The things she would see along the way would be wonderful and a bit scary,

Across the land of wilderness, what’s out there, an Indian village at peace.

Wagon trains of travelers headed for that land of hope where they might prosper,

She sees towns that once were, slowly died and moved on to where life again was.

Passed by towns that were booming with life, men and women seeking their fortune,

She passed by towns where families worked the land, came together during hard times.

So much did she see, this woman from another century, she traveled a train.

Keith Garrett

 

SHOPPING CART

SHOPPING CART

A sidewalk, moving along, push she does across the street,

Hide and guard does she her cart of few treasures, she sees.

Moving from place to place, she wanders with thoughts in her head,

To most, she is a nobody, the life being drained from her daily.

A dreamer some time ago before whatever took the spirit from her,

What shows on her face, eyes so tired from wondering about today.

Lines are forming from so many days, how much has been taken away,

To the world nothing, a shopping cart, for her a world of everything.

Keith Garrett

 

SHE SPOKE OF HER YESTERDAY

SHE SPOKE OF HER YESTERDAY

Today much older as she speaks of a life once hers,

Not many footsteps away from a town that had life.

She rests at this moment in a home for the elderly,

Although her mind and spirit are as young as her days in the sun.

She spoke of her yesterday, a family of love and plenty,

Her life in a town that was full of life and energy, now aged and still.

Memories flooded her thoughts as she would step back in time,

She spoke of her yesterday to a friend from today, bringing it to life,

We get old with our story to be told, we have something to say, something to give.

Keith Garrett

 

SHE SITS ALONE

SHE SITS ALONE

In her cozy, little home, she sits alone,

Out of the window the birds sing, they wait.

A lady wakes to her day, she sees the sun,

A smile on her face as she watches.

It’s a beautiful day as she strolls out into the yard,

Into her garden with food for her flying friends.

Bluebirds, scrub jays can sense the table of peanuts,

They are most happy as they gather a favorite food.

She watches as the Squirrels sit and eat,

She sits alone but never so alone.

There’s a peace within the trees and plants,

She thinks and dreams, quiet is the scene,

She sits alone with friends that roam.

Keith Garrett

 

SHE LIVED IN THE WOODS

SHE LIVED IN THE WOODS

Hidden from sunlight, beneath the tall aging trees,

Deep in the woods, alone lived she.

A different kind of world, quiet except for the creatures that be,

A woman so aged seems that she’d been here for eternity.

So far below that which grows, the falling rain can barely touch,

In a rickety old cabin, she had not much.

Only sounds of the woods kept her company,

In a dark, lost, existence, she lived to be so old, not of loneliness.

Many things did she to occupy her moments of a life meant to be,

Never a face shown to her, only memories of childhood dreams.

She lived in the woods, somewhere you see,

An old, old, woman gone and not missed, but who was she.?

Keith Garrett