MAY I HAVE A DRINK OF WATER?

In search of water, will i have to travel any further,

The Summer is quite hot and i am very thirsty.

For granted we have taken the rain that fills the lakes,

See the lakes as they sink lower, a hole in the ground one day.

The waterfalls so beautiful fall down with cool splashes we see,

Watch as they trickle, drying up, no more will they be but a dream.

Rivers and streams are places of beauty that never cease to be,

Take a look as before your eyes they slowly dry and go forever away.

May i have a drink of water,? will it ever again rain, what happend to the rain,?

If ever again a cloud in the sky, pray that drops of water don’t pass us by.

Keith Garrett

SCHOOL ON THE HILL

I remember it well, the year was nineteen seventy two, Summer was coming.

My family and I had just moved to Yorba Linda, beautiful hills all around.

Not like most schools that are surrounded by crowded streets and boulevards.

This is a school that rests on a hill within only a neighborhood of houses and streets.

Peaceful as there were never any loud sirens, honking cars, or so much commotion.

Nineteen seventy two, were you there, do you remember things of the day?

Nothing can ever be the same as those days when we played at that school on the hill.

Who has a favorite song, a show, or a friend that rests in your thoughts from so long ago?

I watched as Mike Adams played basketball with Mr. Lorge and Mr. Perkins, yesterday,

Think do I about Ken Darcy and Brad Reese walking through the hall, where have they gone?

Hello! Bryan Martin as we played one on one before the setting sun so many years ago,

I watched the silly games that girls would play back before we were a young thirteen.

Diane Laberge, Mary Jane King, you were as young as a new Summer breeze,

There were many of you, I wonder what it is today that you do, tell me, where are you?

I watched as Mike Ludwig and Londa Tapia were two full of smiles and happiness,

We ran across the field at recess, Tim Tapia, where are you now? I watched you run.

My friend Bryan Martin, We played Basketball, one on one, school on the hill, we were one,

Glen Knoll was home to many, those were the days when we could run with the sun,

Do you remember Nation Ball, Dodgeball, Kickball, and when your time at this school was done?

We used to sit under a tree, my friends and me, today that tree is bigger than we used to be,

I remember when girls once played games on the stairs, a tune you would hear in the air.

There remain now ghosts and shadows from a long time ago, time has scattered us all,

They still run, children under the sun at a school on the hill, we all were there.

Who recalls fitness week back in the sixth grade, nineteen seventy three, seventy four?

Donna Esposito did very well in the standing long jump, Brad Gribble and three hundred

Situps back when life was a different way, I remember what many of you would say,

Some had left this world too early, others just yesterday, school on the hill is where we did play.

To all those who went there in the early seventies.

Keith Garrett

MATERIAL THINGS

We want, things we see of beauty are bought and gathered,

Valued by us are all these things of material, made up things.

Collect them as we grow, throughout our lives they are part of us,

We call them antiques, valuable items of great worth and money.

Stones of different names and types, a price is made, what’s of greatness,

Diamonds, rubies, and other gems, who was to say they are so important.

Material things to the world bring certain types of happiness, for how long,

To some these objects define who they are, people sitting up high or below the poor.

Always told over a lifetime that we can’t take it with us,

All of these earthly things, to heaven none can we bring.

Keith Garrett

MASTER OF THE SKY

I see you from here, from where It Is that I stand, soaring,

Wings spread far as you are the eyes In the sky, do you see.?

Yes! from these eyes down upon the world I do see, watching,

I soar with the wind as In heaven I do soar with all things.

Are you the master of man, these questions from my lips,

Master of the sky, please tell this seeking man why we must die.?

The thoughts In your mind are known by me, listen to your beliefs,

Why Is It you think you must die, In heaven, I give you eternal life.

I fear that death will take me and I’ll be forever lost, so alone,

Although I believe, how Is It that this mortal man might really know.?

Do you believe In heaven as the bible and lessons taught,

Do you believe In the lord and all that’s been created.?

I do believe, I know that I’m a child of God created by mother and father,

I know that you, Master of the sky will one day take me home to stay.

Put away your doubts, let go of your pain and sorrow, give them to me,

I am the master of the sky, creator of all that you know and more.

Have faith fore It will comfort you, trust In me, be at peace.

Keith Garrett

MAN IN THE SHACK

You can find him if you go far off into these hills,

Way back beyond the green grass and rocky slopes.

Oak trees of many years hide what has been here for a while,

Come closer so you can observe this shack built ages ago.

Once it may have been of fine wood as today it is withering away,

A home with no plumbing, no modern conveniences of the day,

The roof is worn, dried out from many days and nights of being here.

There lives in this shack a man, not a youthful man by any means,

Left in peace to live out his remaining days is this man in the shack.

We don’t know where he comes from or if he’s had a family, a wife, kids,

We do know that he’s had a life, this man in the shack has his story.

Keith Garrett

MADMAN FROM DETROIT

Once before but no more with the Amboy Dukes was he,

Ted’s his name, on the stage he was something to see.

Terrible Ted at times he was called

The words from his mouth were screams heard for sure.

Appeared to be crazy, he could speak very fast,

He wailed out his songs, now let’s bring them back.

His passion for hunting was as great as his act on the stage,

This madman from Detroit appeared to have such rage.

He rocked and he yelled, to all he would sing,

Don’t think anyone’s like him fore the energy he would bring.

A madman he was, and always will be, Ted Nugent.

By Keith Garrett

” I OFFER NO SURRENDER”

You sit there princess on the shore, watching,

Passing by under a full moon, am I to far to touch.

The sea Is calm, quietly my boat sails’ on by,

Distant are you, away from me you stay, I wait.

Circle your world as my search does not end,

I offer no surrender, I fight through the dark of nights’.

Here you sit, an Image of Inner beauty so fine,

My eyes can only see what a heart lets’ It see, beauty.

Keith Garrett

LOST IN TROUBLE

I’ve been here before, in a deep struggle to figure things out,

Feeling as though I’m drowning, up to my chin, the water rises.

I look for someone to reach out and grab hold of my hand,

There’s nobody there, I’ll have to make it on my own, pull myself out.

Shout!, shout out loud but I’m the only soul who can hear,

Help is so very far away, fear is around to keep me company.

Lost in trouble, alone, so much alone, take me home,

When the answer’s unclear, loneliness seems to be an unwanted visitor.

I’ll lift this body of a man up and bellow to those who will listen,

Stop me you will not, in me a great source of power.

I’m feeling lost, an unwanted burden covers me, I’m troubled,

Watch as I rise and conquer the gift of a challenge.

Keith Garrett

LOST IN THE HOUSE

An old house, enormous it is, built very long ago,

Fire was at one time the enemy as it created cries.

Today this house once an orphanage, a refuge for kids,

Rests nearly empty, quiet with cobwebs, something lingers.

They hang on, these three childish souls, where do they belong,

Their friend who did not perish as once they did lives on.

Again they would meet with the help of a special person,

These three could see and soon he would believe.

Time for all to let things go, broken hearts will now mend,

A final goodbye, some tears, he’ll see them soon, a journey for three.

Keith Garrett

LOSING FAITH

Not in god have I lost my faith but in society, the human race,

Backstabbing liars, it may be that they are friend or foe.

Family, there can be nothing more Important or precious in life,

In the end, at times it is that strangers they’ve become, a tragedy it is.

The workplace, to give your heart and soul for such a long while,

No more words do they speak as their backs are turned on you.

Soon we’ll have no name, a number is all that remains, so Insane,

Around our world, deception, crime, and corruption never go away.

Losing faith, again not with God In heaven but in what Is called humanity,

Not about negativity or being of positive thoughts, something is wrong.

We are at the mercy of an entity, those we do not see, power and money Indeed,

There is no control for us the average mortal being, we live in the lion’s den.

Keith Garrett