LOOK AT THE MOUNTAIN

Up so hight it stands watching over what’s below,

We look to it as something of a miracle.

What do you see when first you glance,

A statue of power still standing long after man.

Upon it lives trees that have grown through much of our history,

Left behind their mark of people who once were.

Streams and waterfalls created through time,

Shrubs and flowers for years grown by the rain that falls.

Look at the mountain, stare at it long,

Born from nature with a story to tell.

Keith Garrett

LOOK AT ME

What do you see when you look at me,

I was once a young man, older I grow to be.

Lines on my face, hair has much changed,

Scars and wounds from a lifetime I’ve seen.

Thoughts and visions, a movie feature in my head,

I’ve changed with the changes that this world brings.

Look at me as I still live and breathe,

I’m forever me but a different me.

Keith Garrett

LIVE IN THE MOMENT

I am now, I am here in my moment of time,

My whole world, everything I am and know,

This is the time and place of my existence.

Nothing before or after matters at this time,

I am only one in this very large universe,

A speck compared to all created throughout time.

Live in the moment, for the moment we should,

Fore as we are now standing here it is that we are gone.

Keith Garrett

GREEK GOD OF THE SKY

It rests way up high, giant in the dark of night,

So far away, when was it formed, millions of years from today?

Beyond the stars, spinning in outer space, thirteen rings around its face,

Father of the sky, seventh planet from the sun, will you ever perish and go away?

You go by a name known to all from the beginning of man, Uranus be your name,

Quite strange as you spin forever tilted on your side, a collision be the reason why.

You orbit with others of names which have been formed so many human lifetimes ago,

Beyond the Earth, space is a place of much mystery just as you hold a mystery of your own.

Keith Garrett

“LISTEN”

Close your eyes and open your mind,

Through your ears, the sounds will work into your thoughts.

When the wind howls it makes a sound,

If a branch falls from a tree it cracks on the ground.

Listen as a plane screams across the sky,

To the sound of laughter in a yard nearby.

What do you hear when you listen to a song,?

The sounds of instruments playing along.

Do you listen when a love cries out to you,?

Possibly what hurts her, you have not a clue.

To nature listen, it has something to say,

Enjoy the sounds of every day.

Keith Garrett

LISTEN TO YOUR SONG

Hear It, take In all the beauty of the words that sing out In a story,

Listen to the music that sounds out In magical rhythm to the ear.

This Is your song, the greatness of It need only matter to you,

There lives no better song than the one created for you to love.

Whatever the song, the artist, matters not fore you are the listener,

You are the one who gets your own special feeling from within.

Listen to your song as It becomes you, dreaming and Imagining you are the one,

It Is you singing out to the crowd while In return they are cheering, eyes are on you.

This Is your fantasy, an escape for a moment, perhaps turns to a someday reality,

This Is your song, over and over, whenever you choose, sing It as It Is you.

Keith Garrett

LISTEN TO THE WIND

The wind has millions of years of echoing sounds,

An invisible entity that’s been always spinning around.

What it knows, that which it’s seen is unbelievable,

Touched has it all creations of the world.

The wind has whistled through many a war,

It has touched the falling rain in all places.

The wind has given power and force to the sea,

It will be here when we drift off in heaven to be.

Listen to the wind as it speaks from the beginning of time,

It knows where it’s been and it will travel into eternity.

Keith Garrett

LISTEN TO THE DRUM BEAT

Thump, thump, hear the sound that makes the world go around,

Feel the pounding of its rhythm, the drum beats hard, the heart beats fast.

Listen to the drumbeat that lives inside, listen to music, the drumbeat cries,

Boom, boom, echoes through the sky, thunder is the drum, it beats out loud.

Wait for the rumbling as the shaking earth trembles with an awesome fear,

Bang, bang, listen as the sleeping child’s heart comes to life in the dark night.

Bombs and gunfire sing through the war beaten land, thump, thump,

The drum beats slow, the drum beats fast, a mothers terror as her son dies.

The dancing boxer, hard hit as he is dropped to the floor, beat of his heart,

Thump, thump, boom, boom, goes his heart like the drum beat so slow.

Listen to the drumbeat, to the sound of wandering feet, like a drum,

A first breath of life, a slower and slower beat of the fading, going away.

Keith Garrett

LISTEN TO THE CHILD

Much too young to vote, they could make a better choice,

Not yet ready to drive although they may be the better one.

Not yet of age to drink but then who really is the right age,

When you’re thirteen they call you a teenager, you’ve only aged.

No one likes thirty, fifty, or sixty five, at least you’re still alive,

Listen to the child as they are disregarded in their playful world.

They have much to say if you don’t shut them up and put them to bed,

Ideas come from their minds as words are spoken from lips not heard.

Until they are scarred and brainwashed, full of hate and regret,

Until they are older they are not listened to, a child with a thought.

Listen to the child, pure thoughts of wisdom before they grow up,

Listen to the child, there’s more to lose than you know.

Keith Garrett

LIST OF FRIENDS

I go back in time to a city in my mind,

Memories, a list of friends in my heart and thoughts.

Yorba Linda is where I’ll travel, a beautiful spot,

I saw them at school, weekends in the pool.

Sitting on their porch, hanging around at the park,

The donut shop, a pizza with a few to start.

Riding our bikes down to the baseball field,

Tastee- freeze for an Ice cream in the heat.

Remember the hills before they were taken away,

We hung out together, dreaming was real.

Seven eleven, down in the green belt,

Names of many different streets, homes of a list of friends.

I remember all of you as I grow a bit older each day,

Those special moments in the sun, never forgetting the things we had done.

My list of friends, from a place that still lives.

Keith Garrett