7 MINUTES
We all have 7 minutes before something we must do,
The same time before work is done and time to go home.
7 minutes waiting or 7 minutes up, what be the
Circumstances,
7 minutes in the shower, 7 minutes on the phone,
7 minutes before dinner, another 7 minutes all alone.
Time is of the essence, time never stands very still,
7 minutes late just may save your life, right on time,
Goodbye.
In only 7 minutes, from good to bad, your world has
Changed.
Snooze for an extra 7 minutes, it may do you a world of
Good,
7 minutes a long time to suffer, 7 minutes to love and
Dream.
Keith Garrett
Author: Man of many thoughts
1969
1969
I was a child in 1969, I had not a clue of the world,
I knew of certain things, those of which I lived through.
Riding my bike and a deadly Halloween night, that's right,
I remember all that I did as a kid, a lifetime ago and a
Family.
Vietnam was a reality and I was protected by my childish
World,
Butch Cassidy and the Sundance kid, Clint Eastwood was
The man.
Raindrops keep falling on my head, Simon and Garfunkel
Wewr grand,
Scooby Doo and all of the colorful cartoons that I knew, I
Think of you.
Baseball with the miracle mets, Bill Russell, and the
Champion Celtics,
Joe Namath with his Guarantee, the Jets beat the Colts,
Charles Manson, and history.
The Innocence of the Brady Bunch, walk on the moon,
Led Zeppelin, and a tune,
1969 was the year when love and innocence were mixed
With My day.
Keith Garrett
SUNRISE
SUNRISE
Darkness disappears' as day comes to life,
Footsteps of mine traveling the morning light.
The fog begins' to lift showing the beauty of God,
I walk this way with hope by my side.
Quiet as It's early, fore sleep still lingers,'
On the move are these legs, tired, forever tired.
Rays of light shine through the distant clouds,
Sunrise has a story for a man roaming alone.
Everything has changed as the days' seem the same,
A song, he sings' a song In my ear always heard.
My favorite music from the man from Jersey,
Sunrise, sweet sunrise, each day my journey.
Keith Garrett
IN SEARCH OF
IN SEARCH OF
In flight, searching for hope of a better today,
Into the sun, across the wide open ocean below.
The sky has many colors' today, look to the sky,
Seagull soaring up so high, through the earths' window.
Freedom to wander, to fly, why can't I fly up so high,
Everything Is seeking In search of answers' of their own.
As a bird In flight, a man walks' the road,
In search of his own Independence of where he belongs'.
"Keep searching" Keith Garrett
HEROES IN THE MIDDLE
HEROES' IN THE MIDDLE
Clouded by the glory, of those all around,
These fearless giants,' will hold their ground.
They keep back the enemy, from getting through,
For their standing general, this job they'll do.
Face to face, they push and shove,
To come out on top, to rise above.
Exhausted and dirty, the pain shows' through
Blood red,
From head to toe, hurt and cut, between them so
Much said.
Heroes' In the middle, through the snow and rain,
Nothing could be won, without sacrifice and strain.
To these men who give their all,
Show them respect, honor them with the game ball.
Keith Garrett
A MAN WITH AN AX
A MAN WITH AN AX
Wood needs to be chopped, it sits waiting, many
Types and sizes,
Fall is in the air, chillier the air turns, work must
Be done.
A job it is, to chop enough wood, to warm a home
For the Winter,
Must be done, perhaps no fun as it is an
Accomplishment to be proud.
Stack it in a pile, carry it piece by piece, chopped and
Split wood for a fire,
A smell, can you take it in, smell the aroma as it's cut,
Stronger it grows.
A man with an ax gets this job done, he sweats from
Morning, Till the setting sun,
Swinging an ax, working as the cold moves closer,
The wood pile will rise higher.
A man with an ax is strong and determined,
He will succeed because he knows of its need,
When it's done, a Winter of warmth,
When the setting sun, he knows the job is done.
Keith Garrett
THESE THINGS I DREAM
THESE THINGS' I DREAM
Within myself, thinking of a place In another reality,
What lies around me may be a different consciousness.
This state of mind as I am not awake, floating, floating,
I see a world like never have I Imagined before, I see.
Visions' sent to my brain, pictures of stories past or
Future,
These things' I dream, a mystery from an eternity.
Keith Garrett
THEY ARE THE EAGLES
THEY ARE THE EAGLES'
As they step on to the stage, these professional four,
Play as they do, like never I've seen before.
The lights' shine with colors,' around as they play,
Their music so brilliant, out come the words'.
Emotion and energy from the Instruments' they play,
Songs' from these men touch the heart to this day.
Don Henley by name, sings' from his soul,
Back from the seventies, he never gets old.
Glen Frey started It a long time ago,
This band Is his, they go where he goes.
Joe Walsh had his band before he became an Eagle,
With his guitar and voice, he adds to this legend.
Timothy B. Schmit the voice of quiet song,
Along with a guitar makes this foursome completely
Round.
Keith Garrett
THERE’S A PLACE
THERE'S A PLACE
Follow the road underneath a falling snow,
Beyond the trees, the hills, there's a place I know.
Peaceful to the ear, musical sounds of Winter,
Trickles of water dripping down, Ice covered lake.
The sky is full of snowflakes, soon touching the ground,
Nature all around, it makes its own sound.
Trees covered in white, there are no stars this night,
The only thing of light is a fire made among the frigid
Night.
There's a place to hold in my thoughts, my place,
It's far from here, so if you follow the road under a
Falling Snow,
Then maybe you can call it your own.
Keith Garrett
THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD
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