WHY ARE THEY PUT AWAY

Discarded, locked away as if they matter no more,
Their lives are precious, are they valued as once before.
At times not anymore, they were at a time young and full of life,
Listened to and heard by those around, family and friends may be gone.
It just might do us all good to think about growing old but not alone,
Would we want to be cast away, said goodbye to and put away one day.
Why are they put away, Do they become useless or a burden to society.?
It’s forgotten that wisdom and much still to offer lives inside them, they matter.
The day will soon enough appear when we will become they, don’t put us away,
Why are they put away, they decay when life is taken from them, they speak so listen carefully.

Keith Garrett

WHILE WE SLUMBER

In the dark of night, quiet, all things sit still,

Do they, while we slumber is all quiet and still.

What goes on while we dream, Is the house the same,

Are we safe with our eyes closed, does something watch?

What noises, creeks, or anything lives within the silence,

when we’re asleep what is it we do not see, things of every day.

The doors do not move just as the chairs remain in place,

We might think the house comes to life in our wondering minds.

How can we truly know while we slumber the happenings around us,

Fore we must sleep or forever dream with one eye open to the darkness.

While we slumber, we should not fear or have to wonder.

Keith Garrett

VOICES

Around us, we hear those who speak,

Words and phrases to others who will hear.

So many different tones from mouths each day,

Softly spoken or In a deep mean way.

Talking a lot Is a way for some,

Fast and unclear Is another way too.

We hear many voices as we spend our day,

Talking about their lives and crying about their pain.

Voices are heard singing songs,

Which makes us happy and bring our emotions outside.

On the phone, there are voices, to us spoken words,

We can’t even see them but still, they are heard.

Without voices, we will not be heard,

If we are not heard then there Is silence.

Keith Garrett

UNTIL I FIND YOU

My sight is on you, there is nothing you can possibly do,

After the things you have done, I will surely find you.

You stay in one place but you run, you drew first blood,

Until I find you I will not stop, little sleep, searching for peace.

You’ve done me wrong, If I could then I’d sing it in a song,

If it takes walking through the night, that will be alright.

For that which you have done, run heartless one, run,

I should let you go but the anger has attacked my soul.

Until I find you watch your back, I’m on the hunt, never looking back.

Keith Garrett

” UNIVERSE”

Created within me Is the answer to the beginning of time,

Is there a start or finish, an ending or beginning to what’s mine.?

In many a direction I must be,

Everything travels through my darkness, who knows what there Is to see.

Older than anything, how long have I really existed,

Where did I come from, Is the answer a mystery never to be discovered.?

All things that live within my space,

Rotating forever, will they always be In this place.?

I am the universe, not knowing what I really am,

With no air or much light, not a visitor from your land.

I’ll stay here, who can say just how long,

Perhaps till an end comes to my time.

Keith Garrett

UNDER AN OAK TREE

Breezy is the day, spring is in the air,

Sunny is the way, a few clouds in the sky.

Sitting by the river, peaceful as can be,

A picnic with you, on a blanket, under an oak tree.

Shady and cool, what a beautiful way to play,

A little music to our ears, this is our day.

Listen to the birds, they sing in the wind,

Butterflies float from here to there.

A time of pleasure, moments without care,

Do you remember a time when this was you,

I remember Springs so long ago, I remember you.

Keith Garrett

UNDER A TREE, SHE CRIES

A sunny day, a shaded tree, she rests,

See her do I as passing by, she cries.

Why do you he tears, what makes you cry,?

Such a beautiful day, do things not go your way.?

Why do I cry asks the man walking by, why,?

A friend has just died, she wanders now in the sky.

Sick was she as on this day God has taken her away,

Forever missed will be a friend of mine, not fair I say.

Hear what I say as under a tree you cry,

Her pain and suffering are no more, listen too just why.

She lies on the earth as her spirit so happy, says goodbye,

Laughing with Angels, walking forever with the lord up so high.

Under a tree she cries, I walked her way at a most perfect time.

Keith Garrett

TWO ON A SWING

Here we are in the late afternoon, the sun going down,

I came by your house to say hello, it’s been some time.

I can’t believe it’s almost Summer can you,?

I see you still have that porch swing your dad put up.

How has everything been going for you since I’ve been gone,?

I’m glad, I can only stay for a while, you do understand.

Remember the days when we would just talk and sit on your swing,

The weekends in the Summer sun, laughing and not a worry to be found.

We were just kids, young, times like those are memories of fun,

I could see your tears when I had to leave this place.

I’m in your heart as you’ll forever be in mine,

Let’s just sit here for a while until the sun fades,

I’ll never go away, remember two on a swing in those Summer days.

Keith Garrett

A WALK THROUGH THE YEAR

Oh yes! January and the beginning of a new year, Winter chill,

All the possibilities and love are here, we move into tomorrow,

A new sunrise is here, we watch as the ever aging of life is clear.

February is nice, a crisp, cool, feeling to the nights, love is in the air,

Set your eyes upon the mountain tops as they are still layered with snow,

A few family birthdays, a slight feel of Winter, rain and some sunny days.

As we follow our path March is the scene, soon Spring is the theme,

We’ll experience this changing season, longer days will arrive, sunset in the night,

Breezy days and clouds of thunder may still pass our way but this is okay.

Here we go! April shows its look with the blooming flowers everywhere,

The cold is pretty much a memory and Easter is a special day to celebrate,

Beautiful days to awake to, a walk in the park, breeze filled afternoons, the moon after dark.

May as the warm days seem a bit longer, Cinco De, Mayo and a thought of school coming to an end,

This I remember from a lifetime ago that seems like a dream but the seasons still remain,

Nature everywhere is alive, what this month holds for all of us will a little at a time unfold.

June, at times June gloom, Summer coming soon, saying goodbye to a school and at times, a friend,

Heated days are here or making their way, a time for planning a future, college and going away,

Maybe a Summer job, sleeping in was a thing we did when the past was our time to play.

What does July bring, heat of many days, the fourth of July, a day of Independence and celebration,

Summer of fun continued as the beach is a beautiful place to swim in the waves and walk along the shore,

Camping trips to beautiful and peaceful places where you can find yourself or just let go.

August even sounds hot, middle of the Summer, hot and dry with the sun high in the sky,

Always waiting for evening to show, praying for a cool breeze to blow across your face,

The dark of night is such a wanted sight as all becomes still and quiet until mornings light.

Say hello to September, still quite warm outside but the days slowly get shorter by the minute,

As we move into the future of this year and Fall is fast coming, what are we thinking,

Back to school, the future of our children, and our world is questioned as we go about the day.

Take a walk with me into October as the days become minute by minute a little shorter,

Weather stays warm through the days until night falls and temperatures become cooler,

Watch as the leaves begin to change their color, all Hallows Eve will be soon approaching.

There is a sight and sound to November with the leaves falling from the trees, wind from the hills,

Growing colder with the shortened days, Thanksgiving soon will be a feast, thankful for the days,

Once long ago a first celebration of Thanksgiving a different way, pilgrims and Indians, a long ago memory.

We find ourselves now after a long road of ups and downs stepping into a time of December,

The cold winds and snow high above within the mountains, Winter Is just about here, Christmas prayers,

The life of a year will soon come to an end, saying goodbye to many yesterdays, thankful for a year lived.

Keith Garrett

TURN AROUND

Wherever you may be standing then there’s something to see,

Watch what’s In front of you, keep your eyes on the horizon.

Be ever so careful, always on that which surrounds your world,

Turn around, something Is there, what might It be, beware.

There are times when we need to turn around and see yesterday,

Remember where we have come from and what we have learned.

Turn around once In awhile to your past, look hard to see friends missed,

Turn around to understand, see your regrets but leave them there.

We can turn around too many things, always be able to see what’s behind,

There’s no turning back to yesterday except In your thoughts and aging mind.

Keith Garrett