RIDE WITH ME

When the sun rises I’ll be waiting, ride with me,

On a beautiful black horse, I’ll be sitting.

Wake to the morning, open your sleepy eyes,

Through a bedroom window, can you see me outside.?

Let’s not waste this day as together we’ll share,

Are you ready my darling, let’s ride?

Hold on tight, ride with me across the land,

Beyond the grassy hills, through the tall trees, we ride.

Feel the wind all around, through that flowing hair,

As free as can be imagined, only you and me.

A four legged friend will guide us into the day,

Even the sun can’t catch us, we’re gone far away.

Ride with me as we run from nightfall,

Back to where you sleep, back too where again

I’ll be waiting, ride with me.
Keith Garrett

REMEMBER YESTERDAY

See the children back in the day, at play,

Worries were few and friends we thought would never go away.

As we grow older some of that magic fades,

Young at heart is the one who can remember yesterday.

The years go by and most of us change,

No idea that walking among us or passing by may be that

Childhood friend but we no longer see them.

At times they are missed, thought of in a special way,

If ever so lucky, again we may have a moment,

A day remembering with them our time of play.

Remember yesterday, in your heart, let it remain.

Keith Garrett

READ ME A STORY

You’ve come to my door, thanks for honoring my request,

Please! step inside and make yourself at home, I’m about ready.

A story Is what I want, something that will take me away to another place,

Read me a story about a great adventure that’s not a possibility.

Read me a story so that I may forget my struggles of this day,

I’ll lay my head upon this pillow so soft as you read me a story so great.

You are a woman who tells stories of far off lands and places never real,

You take away the stress that lives Inside, You save my tiring life.

Thank you always as I drift off to sleep peacefully dreaming beautiful things,

When I awake to the morning light It Is always that you are gone.

Keith Garrett

RIDE OFF INTO THE SUNSET

Going out In style, everyone has their moment, their time to shine,

Running and dancing, climbing hills, riding skateboards In our youth.

Not to say that one can’t live or enjoy all these things In our later lives,

No matter the exercise or the love of that which we do we will slow down.

The basketball star moves with energy and vitality along the open floor,

He passes the torch and says goodbye and moves on to a different day.

He throws the football to the cheers of the fan, for many years a star,

He sets the ball upon the ground then walks from the stadium to a hall of fame.

Swing the bat, a baseball hero plays for many seasons of Springs and Summer days,
When the cheers are no more his bat Is headed for a place called Cooper’s town U. S. A.

Nothing Is less or more important for one person than It Is for another, we all see the setting sun,

For whatever we do the day will come when we all will ride off into the sunset, we lived.

Keith Garrett

PUPPETS AND CLOWNS

Dressed up each day in what we are to wear for the man,

For work not for play, everyday survival, an outfit, our costume.

A ritual practiced, obey fore to be compensated,

With the printed paper handed to us so that we are of worth.

We’re to let them pull our strings, dance and put on a certain face,

Puppets and clowns humiliating and a sad disgrace.

We’re to have no real thoughts of our own,

Speak so that they do not hear,

Put on an act for those who are made up of power, false power.

Puppets and clowns, puppets and clowns, are we they,?

Turn it around, is the world upsidedown, we have no strings,

We dance for no one, only for fun.

Keith Garrett

PILLOW BENEATH MY HEAD

The days can be long. life is beautiful, life can be a battle,

Go to work and give all you have to the corporate plan.

The world is so fast now, keep up with the pace,

Fight it if you choose, get left in the dust.

Eyes can get blinded by events of the day,

Deafness to the ears when so much noise is heard.

Like a scary movie or a happy ending may be shown,

The way of the world is to fight and scramble till sleep

And tired takes you away.

I feel so tired and worn out on some days,

When the sun goes down and a shower feels so clean,

A hot dinner made, the lights go out and a pillow beneath my head.

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

PAPER AIRPLANES

Watch them fly, as a child, magic in flight,

Different sizes, many paper shapes.

When just a boy, when magic seemed so real,

In my desk, there were stacks of paper airplanes,

Colored and ready for takeoff, imagination of a child.

They soared in the sky on a breezy, sun filled day,

I remember those times when I would run and play.

Upon a hill, standing there looking down,

My airplanes of paper ready to sail up high.

Paper airplanes in my time of youth,

I can almost feel it again, I can see it now.

Keith Garrett

OVER THE RAINBOW

Where dreams await those who wish,

Fantasies come to life, a heart does not ache.

The magic of possibilities are a reach away,

Hurtful things have not a place to play.

Where beautiful things can’ not be destroyed,

Birds of blue fly, they sing in the sky.

Nothing to make you cry beyond a rainbow up so high,

All the trees are filled with a fruit so sweet.

Over the rainbow where all things imagined may come true,

Thoughts of love and hope are clearly understood but heard of once before.

Might there be such a place where these things can come true.?

Keith Garrett

ON THIS MOUNTAIN

As a child, he lived here many years before,

The great depression was not a time of all pleasant things.

It was, however, a time of childhood, a sunset for some,

There was a family of fathers and mothers, sons and daughters.

A boy was he of seventeen, a dreamer, a writer,

He had nothing but he had also everything.

On this mountain in Virginia, he was born,

So many days ago, long gone are they now.

He wrote his many thoughts by a lamp in the night,

Played games with his brothers and sisters.

Together this family sat together for dinner each night,

A lifetime ago is when this story was told.

By a boy whom with his family struggled but did laugh as they

Were blessed with much love and togetherness,

On this mountain, once upon a time.

Keith Garrett