A COWBOY’S HEART

Born in a town, his roots most important to him,

A mother and father, family mean so much.

Love for the land that he walks upon, love of life,

Precious is a horse he calls friend, a hard working man.

Maybe the love of a woman he holds in his heart,

A beautiful song lives in this cowboy’s many thought’s.

Integrity and honor is in the kind of person he is,

He has things of want but needs very little,

Watching the sun go down as he rests upon his horse.

He does what it takes, he stands always tall,

He gives of his heart, much heart, a cowboy’s heart.

Keith Garrett

HEART OF A WINNER
I’ve struggled In search of the worth of a man, to be a winner,

Questions I’ve asked, thoughts of the value from within the human heart.

Created not of money or material things, objects, treasures that we hold,

Born within us, no! not an Inherited trate, the heart of a winner.

In the morning awake do we to the rising sun, we’ve just begun,

From our nightly slumber, we stand and face the day, each day.

What drives us, what moves us along, perhaps survival,

It Is the man, the woman who strives to achieve In which we see.

To the mountaintop, we may never get but we’ll keep on climbing,

We do not stop fore one day a hope that It will be there,

Standing tall with your head held high, not In the physical sense.

But a feeling In the heart, a place In the mind,

To strum the guitar till the tune Is through, finish what you’ve started.

Shoes on your feet, each day a trek to work, at the end a mile home,

Not to win the game or conquer the fight.

Give It your all and sleep for the night.

I do not know where my road will take me, what I battle has no ending,

I stand here a winner for all that I have accomplished,

A winner Is one who strives to make tomorrow a better day.

Keith Garrett

HEART AND SOUL

Everything I’ve got, what’s inside of me strong,

Pours out with energy, stopped I cannot be, give up I will not.

Stand and take notice as I conquer what invades my spirit,

Emotionally grow do I, strength and power absorbed within this soul.

Heart of the lion oh! I do possess, listen to me, hear me roar,

Weakness stares at me, such a pathetic coward it is, look away.

Fear and sorrow attack and intimidate who I am, rise up and fight!

Walking away, turn and gaze over my shoulder leaving it behind.

Hear what this man has to say, do you know that which lives in me,?

I grow and grow fore I have the heart and soul.

Keith Garrett

HEAL THIS HEART

Inside I am hurt, this pain felt through my soul,

Help me to understand then take it away O’ lord.

Give me the strength to walk each day, the day you give,

Show me how to see the bright and beautiful day instead of

All this dark and gloom clouding my world.

In heaven, you stand watching over this land where I am,

Ask do I of you to watch over myself and guide me.

I give my anger to you to cast away, away from this man,

Help me to find a happiness within myself.

Heal my mind, this tired mind of mine,

Heal this heart, my heart.

Keith Garrett

HEAD HELD HIGH

SHOULDERS BACK

Whatever gets you down, that which makes you frown,

Don’t let it take from you the smile from your face.

We meet with obstacles and challenges brought forth,

Tests of faith and courage to see what we’re made of.

Painful scars, we all hold something inside,

One foot in front of the other, we may cry but no surrender.

Each day we are blessed as also we are taught,

Some things are never easy, we strive for happiness.

Grateful for things we have, for the love of just one person,

We borrow trouble if we worry about what has yet to come.

Head held high, shoulders back,

Strength is every moment that we never give in.

Keith Garrett

HE WOULD RAISE THE FLAG

An American, a patriot who did fight many battles,

His time spent in a prisoner of war camp was not pretty.

Doing that which he believed to be right was a high price,

A disgrace to his uniform but a man of principles and honor.

They could not break him, he would not crumble and fall,

He was not now less than who he was before, a man of strength.

He would speak of his rights, the rights of other prisoners,

He wanted to raise the flag, men would join him in his plight.

He would raise the flag and pay the ultimate price for the right,

Shot in the back, he died while the flag was high in flight.

Keith Garrett

HE WOULD BUILD AN ALTAR

Nobody believed he would survive as he lay there dying inside,

This young boy of twelve shot by an evil man with no heart.

A father with a faith so strong would never give up on a son,

His family, friends, and a town were concerned about his behavior.

He took his son to a wide open field of green grass where he might heal,

Set up camp and began to pray while his son lay motionless, staring.

He would build an altar of stone with a cross placed upon the top,

Seen for miles by travelers, talk of this altar and father would also spread.

Night was falling, the sun setting, supper was ready, and a visitor would show,

An old man with a cane would ask, let me try as the boy would not take broth.

The old man asked if he is not saved will you lose your faith,? No said the father,

The old man went behind the altar, the father followed and the old man was gone.

Nothing but distance all around, where could he have gone, the father believed,

The father now wore a beard as the next night a storm was forming, this be the night.

The old man appeared in the dark and told the father, go to the altar! now!,

Lightning struck the altar and the father fell to the ground, the night was done.

When morning came and the sun rose in the sky his family was there wondering,

The father stepped from behind the altar, a true miracle as did his son with life.

Keith Garrett

HE WAS A DOCTOR,

NOT GOD

He learned to heal as only a man can, he was human,

A woman’s husband dies, he loses faith in himself,

People he knew in a town also lose faith in a friend.

He was a doctor who did care about pain and suffering,

Angry at himself because he failed another, could not cure.

He was a doctor, not perfect in any way, not made of miracles,

He turned his back on his profession, he turned his back on himself.

He needed to figure it out, he went home, back to a simple life,

Working on his farm, away from the pain and death that ate at him.

This wasn’t who he was, down inside he was a healing man, a doctor,

What he realized, he was a doctor, not god.

Keith Garrett

HE WANTED TO BE REMEMBERED

A journey with a friend home, a journey all alone,

Last night at campsite, a time for conversation.

A little supper under the stars, light from a fire,

Unusual talk from the lips of a friend, saying something.

He wanted to leave his mark on the world, on a friend he would,

He was to go away that night, a friend by his side.

That started a friend thinking, he wanted to be remembered,

He needed to make his wife and family understand, for himself.

Afraid that he would be forgotten, so afraid, who would remember his name,

A project with his name on it, wood tables with only his Initials would be.

One hundred years later a single worn piece of furniture many would see,

His initials would be, his name never known, he wanted to be remembered.

Keith Garrett

HE WANTED TO BE ALONE

High up In the hills away from the crowded hostile world,

He lived alone, a quiet man of peace In his cabin of a home.

A fireplace and a pile of wood, always chopping to keep It warm,

He has all that he needs or wants with a roof above his head.

A man wakes to the morning light, begins his day with a cup of coffee,

A companion joins him for breakfast, a four legged friend of loyalty.

When the days are beautiful and filled with the sun they venture out,

Walking among the trees and the beauty seen high above what lives below.

He wanted to be alone In his made of wood home, he and a friend,

In the night as the crickets are the only sound, a chair, and a smoking pipe,

In a cabin on a hill lives a man mostly alone, all that Is needed, a smile and a home.

Keith Garrett