OVER THE HILL TO A DIFFERENT WORLD

From yesterday is where I come from, my life is with a wife and child,

Seeking a new life and possibly a different place of settling down.

We are pioneers of the early nineteenth century traveling across

The hot desert where there is much hardship, sickness, and hunger,

There’s a chance I must take as my son is very sick with fever this day.

I say goodbye to all in our wagon train for now as I say perhaps there

Over the hill I will find help, faith walks with me as I begin my quest,

Over the hill, to a different world as I pass over the top of the ridge.

Am I dreaming as these impossible things appear before my tired eyes,

The wagon train is gone, vanished into the air, this can not be.

I see traveling machines, music, and that which can not possibly exist

People so different, I’m looked at so strangely as I tell of my plight.

My son is sick I say, he’s over that hill, a kind woman she was,

A bottle, something inside, these will make him better I’m told.

I must go now, I run for the hill, I climb as this world is not mine,

At the top I now see again my world and wagon train, I look back,

The world I walked into is now gone, only desert I left behind, my son does not die.

Keith Garrett

PIECES OF TIME

Our time as humans, animals, anything living loses time,

All created things age with time, there are many quotes about time.

Time does get older but never does it go away, never backward,

A clock, a watch, the ancient sundial that watched our day pass,

An hourglass of sand, those which remind us always of our time.

Pieces of time, a memory thought of with long lost friends, older now,

Pictures on a mantle, photographs, and picture albums, dust covered.

Antiques, old relics lost with time, discovered within aging places,

Pieces of Time, an old remembered house, friends that rest inside.

Keith Garrett

IN THE EVENING

Darkness falls, the sun drifts off to sleep in this part of the land,

Dinner is served as hunger rests in my stomach and mind.

I’m tired as this is my time to relax and enjoy shows of the night,

Comedy is my friend as I forget the hardship and worldly problems.

A candle glowing on a table is a peaceful sight in this room with soft light,

The crickets can be heard from the yard in the evening quiet.

Slowly fading into a beautiful dream state on the couch with a drink,

The blinds are closed and the door opened as the lights are turned out.

A snack and thoughts of the coming days and all that may be are dreamed,

In the evening I can lay in the dark, close my eyes and drift off to different sounds.

In the evening I am at peace as the dark, quiet, world soothes my never ending soul.

Keith Garrett

RUNNING WITH THE WIND

I thought there was loss, a feeling of death brought to me,

Alive, alive, two separate paths’ taken, gone and we go on and on.

A prisoner never was I, free to run through the fields’ of life,

No chains’ weighed down upon this mans’ moving body and soul.

The wind not seen has a strength and power fore we know It Is there,

Seen am I as the dark clouds’ of rain falling, I go with the wind blowing.

If no face had I, no body to see and judge, just a voice of words’,

Would you think something of me, a material being valued more?

Running with the wind gives me a friend which can not see to judge,

For me, I do not possess an Image fore we are both blind, only running.

Free to be, free to be me as live and breathe this man does,

Walk with another once again but for now, I’m running with the wind.

Keith Garrett

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ACROSS THE SKY

I soar through the air up In the wide open sky,

Just myself and some wings’, we fly and fly.

So peaceful up here, quiet without many a sound,

Feel like I’m flying to the sun, far from the ground.

Clouds’ are floating to nowhere that I can see,

A neverending flight, just the sky and me.

Looking down Is another world not like here,

Across the sky, not crowded with fear.

Keith Garrett

BETWEEN WHAT IS AND WHAT IS NOT

The universe exists all around us but do aliens really exist,

We can see the sun resting in the sky, no pot of gold over a rainbow.

Mountains formed, standing above so tall, not a bigfoot between the trees,

The moon is for us a reality, no face or a man lives up there alone.

Ireland and green grass are for real, across the sea they do appear,

Leprechauns I have never seen, four leaf clovers bring luck in a dream.

Castles of old stand on many lands, stories of them for centuries are told,

Magical spells and fire breathing dragons, were they ever seen or felt.

Between what is and what is not are fables and tall tales handed down,

Fantasies and all that is real live in our minds or before us we see.

Keith Garrett

VERY NICE TO HAVE KNOWN YOU

You’ve been my friend it seems from the beginning of time,

Where have the years gone since once we would laugh and run?

To the beach we traveled playing in the sand, waves at our feet,

Skateboards and ice cream cones at a place we would meet.

Riding our bikes and messing around in the fields,

Basketball and flying kites, comic books under a tree.

We went to school and walked home together,

Swam in lakes, camped out under the stars.

Secrets we told that only we could know,

Friends from a long time ago, today we walk a little slow.

Very nice to have known you as today we still move along,

We sit here on this bench with memories of youth long ago.

Keith Garrett

CHILD WITHIN

Run and run until the day was done, fun in the sun,

Not a care, chasing butterflies within the wind.

A book that’s numbered beginning with one until it’s done,

I played in the sun, playing and laughing with children no more.

A child within an adult that would one day find a way out,

Child within, the older we get always seeking a part we once were.

Our faces do change, lines appear in the light, older by night,

Hair turns color as the seasons turn into years, eyes show more.

One less fear, a new one is here, another tear, dried with the years,

I see where I’ve been, we all walk our ongoing road, we have a child within.

Keith Garrett

CAN ANIMALS DO THIS

This is for the children, a story I tell,

Listen quietly, can animals do this.

Did you ever see a duck drive a truck,

Can a Baboon fly a rocket to the moon?

Have you ever seen a Giraffe laugh,

Did you ever watch a lion that was crying?

Do you suppose a snake would eat a piece of cake,

Does a mouse eat cheese and live in a house.

Can a frog sing to a barking dog,

Does a bird know a word, one that you’ve heard?

Can a cat laugh with a bat,

Did you ever see a moose kicking a goose?

What if a chimp could fly a blimp,

Do you think that a bear can fly through the air?

Maybe a horse can say of course, of course,

Do you think that a cow can go meow?

Have you ever seen a goat drive a boat,

What about a sheep that swims so deep.

Can animals do this, what do you think,

Off to sleep, time to dream.

Keith Garrett

BETWEEN DREAMS AND MEMORIES

I saw it when I was a child, a castle with stairs that went high,

At the top, a suit of armor like a knight from centuries long ago.

Why was I there, I do not recall such a place, the snow, many a face,

When I was young it was very real, was this a dream that I did feel?

A hall with many rooms from my eyes I did see, a ghost in white,

It wandered within this place, was it a thought as I slept on a night?

I went to sleep one night when I was seven, In my dream, God was a child,

My fingers were bones, never did I see such a scene ever again.

Knocked on my neighbors’ door, what appeared was never before,

A witch with such laughter, made me rise into the air, not so real.

Between dreams and memories, what I have seen may have been dreams,

That which I thought were dreams may have been by me, seen.

Keith Garrett