TOMBSTONE

O.K CORRAL

More than one hundred years ago In a town of the west,

Cochise County Arizona, Tombstone was the place.

There took place a gunfight at the legendary O.K. corral,

Considered the most famous gunfight in the history of the old west.

In the street, possibly a cool, breezy, fall day, three P.M., an end,

Took place did it in a narrow lot six doors west of rear entrance to O.K. corral.

A thirty second gunfight would be most tragic, a famous story,

Fremont street, the O.K. Corral, Wyatt Earp, Doc Holliday, Virgil, and Morgan Earp,

A fight with the Clantons and Mclaury’s on October twenty sixth, Wednesday.

Men died, Billy Clanton, Tom Mclaury, and brother frank lost their lives,

Morgan and Virgil Earp along with Doc Holliday were lucky to be only wounded.

Thirty shots fired, they were about six feet apart, men did die,

Wyatt Earp was the only one to escape unhurt, a long time ago in the old west.

Keith Garrett

MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE

I’ve drifted across the open sea, I wait for you to find me,

In a bottle I have been placed, a message that I am alive.

You are no longer there anymore but I let you know I exist,

A thought of what you meant to me, a thought of what I once meant.

If my message gets to you yet then again how can this possibly be,

You are a memory from yesterday, I am a thought that sails the sea.

Time does not stop, It has no sympathy, it makes what is what was,

Life and all that’s within it is reduced to memories, things of yesterday.

Message in a bottle is what I am, If you find me take me for what I am,

You are forever now, I am something that will one day fade away.

Keith Garrett

GIVE ME STRENGTH

Days can be a struggle at times, feeling much alone,

Physical pain and emotional scars are hard fought.

Stress and the desire to overcome tire a body and mind,

Worries of the time keep a soul from sleep in the night.

Give me strength to make it through beyond this coming sunset,

Guide me into my day of many challenges that tear at my heart.

Wisdom would be a true gift as I try to better my life and self,

Thank you for listening as there is much hope as I stand strong.

Keith Garrett

I’M GETTING OLDER

I first opened my eyes, once tiny and bright to this world,

A memory I do hold but remember not as I was a baby.

Pictures of my life are few compared to the window of my mind,

Once only a child, things I knew were also few, children that played

With this child are lost with time, always in my mind.

The world seems smaller as my life has spread further with the passing days,

I’m getting older, once I was a young teenager moving ever so fast.

Birthday to birthday comes a new number pinned to my aging soul,

Grateful am I with a much appreciated thank you and love of god

That he has given me life this long, I hope and pray that one day I’ll

Be forever remembered and once in a while thought of by you.

I’m getting older, maybe a touch wiser, possibly a better me,

I’m getting older, remember who I am, my name is Keith,

I am a mortal man living in this gift layed in my hand.

Keith Garrett

WHERE THE GEESE DREAM

I think of a place, hidden from the world,

A secret land safe from mankind, still with beauty.

Within these trees and plant life sits a lake like glass,

So calm when the air is still, moves slowly within a breeze.

There is a sound of peace here, frogs and fish move along quietly,

There is a mystery about this world, they come as one, never seen.

A special place, left untouched by those who destroy what is beautiful,

When you step into it you will be stunned by these creatures of thousands,

Here is where there is peace, this is where the Geese dream.

Keith Garrett

THE DUSTY TRAIL

Traveling through an untamed land, I travel,

All that I own packed upon my horse and wagon.

There’s a lot of quiet time thinking and looking,

As the day ends I set camp, a fire, supper, and my horse.

Noises of the night are owls, crickets, or the wind,

Lucky am I to hold this guitar in hand.

Feed my horse and off to bed for a little rest,

A gun close by as I sleep with an open eye.

Just call me bob as when the sun rises I’ll be gone,

A hot cup of coffee, a bite to eat, and off I go.

The dusty trail takes me to many places of sight,

I travel by day then it’s time to stop for a much wanted, peaceful night.

Keith Garrett

KEEPER OF THE LIGHT

Up in the air, he spreads his wings,

He stretches to the heavens and sees many things.

This god of the sun, KEEPER OF THE LIGHT,

Soars in the sky on an eternal flight.

So peaceful is he, away up so high,

Forever and ever this spirit will fly.

Keeper of the light, what do you see,?

Beyond the sun, a mystery to me.

Through the wind, you travel round and round,

Watching over this star, from you there’s no sound.

I can only imagine you’re a spectacular sight,

Fly way up high, keeper of the light.

Keith Garrett

HERE IS MY HOUSE

Here is my house built for this world today,

There is a gate so that you can’t get through,

If not invited there will be guns waiting for you.

Two dogs growling, mean as could ever be,

An alarm system that calls on those who will hurt you indeed.

Doors of steel that should let not a criminal soul get in,

Supplies for survival if this land must come to this.

Here is my house, not one of dreams but of safety,

Not the way our country should be, here is my house the way I see.

Keith Garrett

TREASURES OF THE LORD

Into the darkness, I stepped wandering down a road,

Left behind the trust and care for those who hurt my soul.

Alone I’ve stood on a hill so high, at the edge of the mountain,

There was nothing for me to see, blinded by what is humanity.

Is this place I am a creation of my own anger and nonbelieving,

Does darkness fade as the sun appears again for a blind man?

I’ve opened these eyes and learned to see his masterpiece,

The hills that are alive that rest beneath god’s wide open sky.

The wind that sings as it blows through the ever so high trees,

Rain that falls below is a gift to us so that we may watch life grow.

From the sea to all that we need to be is for us because he,

Only he had a thought, the power to imagine that which we see.

Treasures of the lord were placed down upon from heaven,

Only the greed of a man has stolen that which to him belongs not.

Every time I open my eyes, the treasures of the lord are seen,

These are a gift, a reality that even the blind may see.

Keith Garrett

REAL AND MAKE BELIEVE

The sun rises when the night disappears,

The moon has no cheese, the man does not appear.

Love can be very real, pretending to love, a sad ordeal,

Hate is real, thoughts of murder over it, a nightmarish fairytale.

A walk along the beach a reality to be seen, sky will not fall down,

I have seen sadness fore it is not make believe, happy may not be real.

The world is full of beauty and in a state of scary affairs, it’s seen as no fantasy,

Cartoons are not so real just as heaven is real but a fantastic dream not yet seen,

Real and make believe, what a child believes, an adults living reality of dreams or screams.

Keith Garrett