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

LIFE ITSELF

An amazing, wonderous, miracle it is,

We all are given this chance of life.

To be born, to breathe, to see the light of the sun,

This gift from God to experience and see the beauty of all things.

If we’re fortunate to laugh more than we cry,

Walk our road with peace, if so lucky then hand in hand

With the love of a special one.

With all this comes pain and sorrow at some point,

We gain and we also lose friends and family.

Scars we carry are a reminder of both sides of life,

Life itself is a mysterious walk in the woods.

A stroll on a beach within an instance may end,

We all have our time to die, it’s been written.

Not knowing really when as each precious moment must be treasured,

Life itself is the most asked about story, the answers are coming.

Keith Garrett

THE BALLAD OF A MAN

The sun keeps going down, no ones ever around,

No one talks to me no more, I see my body on the floor,

The days and nights run into tomorrow, a little laughter and some sorrow.

Tears and crying in a world of pain, my mother went away before Spring was awake,

My dad’s been gone since I was a little boy, laughter and joy in between my sorrow.

Songs that ring inside my head remind me of things from yesterday and friends,

I started out a little boy, grew to a man who wonders where he’s going.

Brothers and sisters all over the place, I see their faces, do they have the same names,

I travel my own road of life, three children I love and an ex-wife I have never even liked,

This is a Ballad of a man who loved and cared, he did in his life all that he can.

Keith Garrett

BEFORE YOUR SOUL

Where are you before you are you,

Billions of years, molecules exploding in time.

Born to this world millions of years before,

A man, you don’t speak in words but a screech.

Your first thoughts are of survival, food, and water,

Your mind and body are most unusual, not of today.

Fire has not been learned, day and night, sun and rain,

These are to you a mystery, so much you will learn,

Before your soul was created, a man you are related.

Keith Garrett

I AM THE TIGER!

I roam through the jungle, this is my home,

My daily survival depends’ on the skills’ I’ve been taught.

To find my own way, too search for food,

is every day, these things’ that I do.

I’m fast and strong, part of what I am,

If I growl as I move, they know coming I am.

My colors’ and stripes say I am the tiger,

I’m a cat by nature, I live by the fight.

Keith Garrett

WHAT HAPPENED TO THE RAIN?

Has anybody seen the rain,? it went away on a trip to where,

Lost is it, I hear it’s been seen roaming the sky over far off lands.

Why doesn’t it like to visit here anymore, it’s been such a while,

I remember how the clouds would gather each time and get ready.

You could smell it in the air, the winds would change, lightning and thunder,

When it began to fall I would turn my face to the sky and let it drop upon my face.

It used to be a friend and water all the beautiful plants until it went away,

Now the land is in trouble as it begins to dry up, will it crumble and turn to dust.?

Will the plants and shrubs turn to brown removing their color as they slowly die,

When will the people feel the thirst as the precious water taken for granted

Is no longer there, what happened to the rain, will it ever return again.?

Keith Garrett

WHAT DOES THE LAND FEEL

We walk this earth each and every one of us, make use of its energy and life,

Once upon a time, the world began and slowly many different plants formed.

Trees began to grow, tall with many leaves, what was needed to survive was here,

Times have changed just as man has also changed always learning to adapt to this world.

What does the land feel, do the mountains cry as the cut down trees crash and die,

What do the hills feel as they burn, is there much pain as the fire crosses the plains.?

Does the desert ever laugh through the cold nights and the long heated days,

Do the rivers feel peace as for centuries they have been traveled upon, they change but don’t go away.

Does the ocean smile because it’s free to move about or does it scream as it’s treated without respect,

Are the lakes everywhere filled with happiness or do they weep as toxic waste are dumped with no thought?

What does the land feel as over the years it gives the gifts to survive and in return destroyed without care,

Listen to the sadness of its cries, how long will it be till it says a farewell goodbye.

Keith Garrett

WHAT DOES A WISE MAN DO?

A wise man puts aside his anger before he drifts off to sleep,

A thinker before an act brings much trouble Into his life.

A wise man never bows down to the pressure from his peers,

He must trust In his heart fore his actions are his to answer alone.

A wise man has angry thoughts that hold no consequences from Inside,

If at all they switch to violence then a wise man has no words to be listened to,

What does a wise man do,? He practices In that which he does In fact preach,

He is not a hypocrite, he is calm and speaks his words carefully, a wise man Indeed.

He knows that words of stupidity are not a problem behind closed doors,

What does a wise man do,? he thinks before he does anything at all.

Keith Garrett

WESTERN WORLD

What was It like many generations ago exploring a new frontier,

Starting a life where everything was so uncertain and dangerous.

Indians and bandits roaming the land trying to everyday survive,

The Indians living off the land, bandits taking all they can.

Building towns where a man or family can start a business for themselves,

Settling outside this town you choose to live and start a family of love.

You’ll have to rough it for a while longer as you have for so long now,

Waking to the morning light, at times cold as a hot cup of coffee will do.

Working hard from sunup till sundown with a dream In your heart,

A cabin with a fireplace, rooms built for comfort, a roof over your head.

The old west was more than a saloon with gambling, drinking, and gunfights,

It was about survival, discovery of new places, and things accomplished back In a time.

Hardship and disease, many died, gave their lives for a better life, triumph and sorrow,

These people from the past paved the way for dreams and success here In our today.

The pioneers had more struggles than can be Imagined but also had to be tough and strong,

The old West Is no longer alive but they did leave their mark, a path across the wilderness.

They survive and live In those today who overcome and succeed, worked through their pain,

The Western world has changed but the blood and souls from the past are buried, their spirits

May be among us In ways as they are also surely gone off beyond this world where peace Is theirs.

Keith Garrett

BENEATH THE AUTUMN SKY

From up so high life goes on down below, this is so,

It is seen from above, from the heaven where we are to go.

Beneath the Autumn sky, everything lives and has its time,

There’s a cycle of life, all things rotating as if it were a dance.

Watch as the leaves disappear from the trees, falling together,

They vanish, crumble and blow away with the wind always.

Beneath the Autumn sky, there are colors of orange, yellow, and red,

Shades of beauty that are here for a Fall season, they soon slip away.

A cool breeze in the air, animals collecting food for a Winter cold,

Beneath the Autumn sky, there is life moving as all things must die.

Keith Garrett