A WALK IN THE FOREST


  The time is now, Autumn is alive with a different 
  Feeling,

  Darkness is longer in the morning, slowly the leaves
  Are upon the ground.

  Plants and trees grow slower, nature never gives up 
  On the day,

  Animals are busy preparing as Winter is not far away, 
  Earlier the sun fades.

  A thought of a walk in the forest to escape for a moment, 
  Everything,

  Tall trees that cover much of the sunlight that warms 
  The land we wander.

  Leaves that have piled for many years make a sound 
  Beneath these traveling feet,

  A walk in the forest, so many times I have dreamed of this 
  While trapped elsewhere.

  Quiet, yet not quiet as there are sounds in a place as this 
  Like there are no other,

  A walk in the forest, a dream that I have not yet discovered, 
  A reality discovered.
                              Keith Garrett

                           A WESTERN SCENE


  They stood alone but together, gunfighters 
  So mean,


  A battle on a dirty street, a ghost town today, 
  Of memories.


  A western scene where dance hall girls entertain 
  Gamblers so drunk,


  Outlaws who do rob and kill will one day have their 
  .Walk to the gallows.


  There is a ranch out beyond where a town sits, cowboys 
  Who once rode,


  There was a time when laws were different, justice 
  Could be a swift act.


  Bounty hunters tracked down fugitives who escaped 
  And ran from the law,


  A western scene where a family worked hard for a farm, 
  For their dream.
                  Keith Garrett

                          A WALK IN THE FOREST


  The time is now, Autumn is alive with a different 
  Feeling,

  Darkness is longer in the morning, slowly the leaves 
  Are upon the ground.

   Plants and trees grow slower, nature never gives 
  Up on the day,

  Animals are busy preparing as Winter is not far away, 
  .Earlier the sun fades.

  A thought of a walk in the forest to escape for a moment, 
  Everything,

  Tall trees that cover much of the sunlight that warms 
  The land we wander.

   Leaves that have piled for many years make a sound 
  Beneath these traveling feet,

  A walk in the forest, so many times I have dreamed of this 
  While trapped elsewhere.

  Quiet, yet not quiet as there are sounds in a place as this 
  Like there are no other,

  A walk in the forest, a dream that I have not yet discovered, 
  A reality discovered.
                               Keith Garrett

                                 THIS GUITAR


   Strum as you will each string on Its' face,




   Words' In tune with every touch of a hand.




   What does It say as you teach It to speak,




   Sound and rhythm of emotion, this guitar.




  Two become one, body and tool, this guitar,




  Learn from It, feel Its' heartbeat of magic.




  This guitar talks' with the help of a wanting heart,




  Listen, listen as It echoes out thoughts', this guitar.


                            Keith Garrett               

                               "THE RIDER"


 He'll ride In the morning, through the day 
 Travels the road,

 High upon the hills, a shadow beneath the clouds, 
  He rides.

  Into the wind, the rain blowing against his face, 
  He rides,

  The  snow falls as through the mountain passes 
  He is moving.

  A man with no name, throughout the land, maybe
  A glimpse,

  He's known only as the rider, carrying whatever 
  For hire.

  This horse he rides, with colors of solid black and 
  White spots,

  A demon creature, wicked with speed like the wind.


  Brown and black hat worn on his head gives a 
  Mysterious appearance,

  A coat so long for cover and warmth shields him from 
  Weather, the rider.

  Boots on his feet of dark, broken In pattern, can be 
  Noticed in the stirrups,

  This man of the land rides and rides just he and his 
  Faithful companionion.

  Like a ghost so quiet he roams the wild wilderness of life,

  He's known as the rider, Into the night he rides.


                          Keith Garrett

                         THESE THINGS' I DREAM


  Within myself, thinking of  a place In another reality,




  What lies around me may be a different consciousness.




  This state of mind as I am not awake, floating, floating,




  I see a world like never have I Imagined before, I see.




 Visions' sent to my brain, pictures of stories past or future,




  These things' I dream, a mystery from an eternity.


                       Keith Garrett                

                            DAILY PLEASURES


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


  Feeling the sun shine 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

                                                              CAMPING IN WYOMING


  It's been a long time comin' I need to tie up 
  Some loose ends,
  When morning breaks, In the light of day, I'll head 
  For my paradise.
  We were growin' up, It was Independence Day, 
  My lucky day,
  We all had a hungry heart and wanted to find our 
  Land of hope and dreams.
  We were heading for Wyoming, something of a 
  Jungleland,
  We wanted to experience life Itself, we took a 
  Leap of faith.
  Driving along, we saw a homeless man, we didn't 
  Have hearts of stone,
  He fell to the ground and asked? "lift me up" we 
  Fed him.
  How can a poor man stand such times and live, I 
  Wish I were blind,
  All he wanted was a little human touch, he said, 
  "let's be friends"
   We let him travel with us, he told us a story about 
  Jesse James,
  It was getting dark so we said a prayer to the spirit 
  In the night.
  We were stopped by a highway patrolman because 
  My license plate was missing,
  We made It to Wyoming, I said "I'm going down 
  To the river"
  My girlfriend had a good eye as she saw a snake 
  Close by,
  We got paranoid and Imagined we would be the 
  Last to die.
  She said, "If I should fall behind wait for me" "I 
  Wanna be with you"
  We set camp and a fire, I said, "yes! I'll work for 
  Your love"

  She said, "you know I'm on fire for you"

 This was a great adventure, camping in Wyoming.

             Keith Garrett

                          BETWEEN THE TREES


  From the road I step beyond, into another world,


  Peaceful beauty is waiting as my morning begins.


  No one here but me and whatever lives between 
  The trees,

  Listen to the birds high above, what types sing 
  Different songs?

  I step into the darkened forest with my feet crunching 
  The aged leaves,

  Quiet sounds are everywhere, things not seen, look 
  Close as they are to be.

  Shadows move with the swaying branches just as they 
  Move with time,

  Between the trees there is a most colorful, landscape 
  To take in, follow me.

  There is life here that has stood for many generations, 
  Beyond history,

  Between the trees, so many men and women have 
  Dreamed, all things seen.
                                    Keith Garrett

                                 BLUE JEANS


  Antique in time,  from the seventies, a pair so fine,



  I remember I put them away, blue Jeans for another day.



  A touch faded were they,  comfortable in a certain way,



  Worn were they to a party, perhaps a barbecue or two,



  A Saturday night drive-in, what jeans were worn by you?



  Blue jeans I took from a shelf,  dusty, aged from time, 



  They fit me once before, now I can wear them in my mind.

                                  Keith Garrett