” ONCE I DREAMED”

One cold chilly night as I drifted off to sleep, what did I see,

Something happening In front of me, all around as I am still.

Once I dreamed baby, again It was you and me on a cold chilly night,

Dreamed we were together, dreamed everything was alright.

Walking hand In hand as the days’ turned to night, this I dreamed,

A pretty smile your face wears, to see this I have to sleep, dream.

Darling If only dreams’ could come true then It would be you and me,

Once I dreamed again, standing In front of me was you, dare to dream.

Again I dream, a dream that stands’ In front of me.

Keith Garrett

DAILY PLEASURES

Wake to the morning, a cup of tea or coffee,

Feeling the sunshine on a chilly, fall morning.

Something to eat as again hunger visits me,

A shower, a hug from maybe someone you love.

Feeling good as health is a precious gift to enjoy,

A stroll down the street just my headphones and me.

A breath of life from morning through the dark of night,

Taken for granted at times, daily pleasures are so fine.

Keith Garrett

FEBRUARY IS FINE

Winter still lives and I’ve got you on my mind,

January is almost gone, we’ll leave it behind.

Weather is still of cold, Spring is not yet here,

I dream of you, I dream of you any time of year.

The month may be cold, rainy, or sunny and bright,

That’s alright, February is fine, you’re on my mind.

Snow may be on the mountains, Christmas is yesterday,

The warm days will soon be here, one or two we may share.

February is fine, I have to say, February is fine.

Keith Garrett

FEBRUARY 9

I’ve always thought at the time of being a child that the date

Of this, February 9 was only mine, a day of fun and celebration.

This date and time has always been special to me as I am alive,

Each year as I do awake on this day nine, it is that life is mine.

Fifty eight I will surely be, I remember five, thirteen, and sixteen,

Eighteen, twenty one, thirty seemed scary as a little older I would be.

As a child, a teen, and adult, February nine would be a day for me,

Given by god was the ninth day of this month to join the human race.

Never knowing how many of these I will be blessed with is a thought,

February 9 nineteen sixty two, a baby and what seems like a long dream.

Keith Garrett

THEY WERE DIFFERENT

He walked down the street full of laughter and fun,

He was poor with no money but no worries had he.

She was from a different world, of money and material things,

A young woman with everything but she had nothing.

He was free with dreams that were possibly only dreams,

What he wanted was only to be, what he wanted was she.

She was art, dance, and culture passed on by a family,

What she wanted was to be set free, treasure was not just money.

He appeared as a man whose clothing meant he had no worth,

But what is the worth of a well dressed man with no integrity?

They were different she and he, drawn together by feelings,

The heart, the eyes, the touch of man to woman and woman to man.

They were different but they were the same, walking hand in hand,

With what’s love and pain.

Keith Garrett

THEY TRIED TO TAKE OUR FARM

To sweat and actually bleed, long hot days giving our all,

When the rooster crows we are already starting the morning.

What it takes to keep a farm, everyone pulling together as one,

You’ll find out quickly that no one will care, so you better care more.

The government decided they wanted our land, they asked politely,?

We said no! we don’t want to sell, that wasn’t really a question you see.

They got mean, we decide to get meaner, no one is taking our farm,

Here we’ll stand with guns in hand, die if we must, this is our land.

Together as one, women and men we were ready to fight for a farm, our home,

They tried to take our farm, we prayed for peace, we want this not to be,

In the end, we did not fall, we said it all, they went away, this is our home.

Keith Garrett

“PENNY”

I found a penny on the floor,

Shiny and bright like never before,

Back on a sunny day in nineteen seventy four.

I threw it far on a windy, Spring day,

Where did it go, this penny I cast away.?

There were many more like it, dated that year,

Where has it gone, that penny tossed without care.

I pulled a penny from my pocket today, a penny from change,

I dropped it on the floor, when I picked it up so aged and old.

The date on it said nineteen seventy four just as so long ago,

What if after forty years of travel my penny found its way to me,

Imagine these things that might be, what if all is a possibility.

Keith Garrett

HE WOULD BUILD AN ALTAR

Nobody believed he would survive as he lay there dying inside,

This young boy of twelve shot by an evil man with no heart.

A father with a faith so strong would never give up on a son,

His family, friends, and a town were concerned about his behavior.

He took his son to a wide open field of green grass where he might heal,

Set up camp and began to pray while his son lay motionless, staring.

He would build an altar of stone with a cross placed upon the top,

Seen for miles by travelers, talk of this altar and father would also spread.

Night was falling, the sun setting, supper was ready, and a visitor would show,

An old man with a cane would ask, let me try as the boy would not take broth.

The old man asked, if he is not saved will you lose your faith,? No said the father,

The old man went behind the altar, the father followed and the old man was gone.

Nothing but distance all around, where could he have gone, the father believed,

The father now wore a beard as the next night a storm was forming, this be the night.

The old man appeared in the dark and told the father, go to the altar! now!,

Lightning struck the altar and the father fell to the ground, the night was done.

When morning came and the sun rose in the sky his family was there wondering,

The father stepped from behind the altar, a true miracle as did his son with life.

Keith Garrett

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

SHADOW RIDERS

Men crumble, their sins they can not hide, they run,

From the expressions on their faces, aging lines of haunt.

One of them runs, the other chases, they both run together,

One tries to hide his guilt and pain, the other chases to forget.

Shadow riders, at different times they are the rider, the other prey,

They are from a time of civil unrest, they kill and then die in a place for them.

It takes its toll, the hunt, and the run, tears from men dry up in the sun,

Nothing more to be said, two dying men soon would be dead, blood on their hands,

Ones knife in the desert sand, a gun left on a deserted land,

Walk in a different direction, shadow riders are never seen again.

Keith Garrett