1969

I was a child in 1969, I had not a clue of the world,

I knew of certain things, those of which I lived through.

Riding my bike and a deadly Halloween night, that’s right,

I remember all that I did as a kid, a lifetime ago and a family,

Vietnam was a reality and I was protected by my childish world.

Butch Cassidy and the Sundance kid, Clint Eastwood was the man,

Raindrops keep falling on my head, Simon and Garfunkel were grand.

Scooby Doo and all of the colorful cartoons that I knew, I think of you,

Baseball with the miracle Mets, Bill Russell, and the champion Celtics,

Joe Namath with his Guarantee, the Jets beat the Colts, Charles Manson, and history.

The Innocence of the Brady Bunch, walk on the moon, Led Zeppelin and a tune,

1969 was the year when love and innocence were mixed with my day.

Keith Garrett

FACE IN THE CLOUDS

Fluffy and white in the blue sky up so high, oh! so high,

Close your eyes and with your open mind dream to see.

The clouds move but there’s a face that watches down upon you,

Let your imagination take you up in the air where possibilities live.

There’s a face in the clouds, only for a short time does it exist,

Maybe the face of whatever you wish.

Keith Garrett

” ONCE I DREAMED”

One cold chilly night as I drifted off to sleep, what did I see,

Something happening In front of me, all around as I am still.

Once I dreamed baby, again It was you and me on a cold chilly night,

Dreamed we were together, dreamed everything was alright.

Walking hand In hand as the days’ turned to night, this I dreamed,

A pretty smile your face wears, to see this I have to sleep, dream.

Darling If only dreams’ could come true then It would be you and me,

Once I dreamed again, standing In front of me was you, dare to dream.

Again I dream a dream that stands’ In front of me.

Keith Garrett

EYES IN THE NIGHT

What is it that lives beyond the light of day,

Lurks wanders in the dark, exists in the night.

Search for food, a task that’s taken much for granted,

While we slumber in silence, eyes in the night survive.

Many are they that fly, quietly on the prowl this night,

Over fences, there are the ones that move carefully, slowly.

Crawling along the ground, there’s a fight to see the morning light,

Scraps of food, nourishment for a chance to do it all over again.

So many eyes in the night, traveling along, the hunter or the hunted,

Big over the small, stronger defeats the weak, faster may just escape,

Eyes in the night, for many, could be a scary sight, on this dark night.

Keith Garrett

EXPRESSIONS

There are those with looks of a fear unexplained,

Scared of something, the world does not understand.

Laughing in the park, a man, and woman,

Happy is their faces as seen from the street.

Crying all alone under a tree, tears of life,

Sadness spills out of a heart so broken.

Anger sits in the soul of a human being with hurt,

Upset at the loss of loves rejection.

Many faces of this life worn, expressions learned,

Expressions so true, those of me, those of you.

Keith Garrett

“EVERYTHING”

Around me there are many things, they are something,

Together all become everything, not as one as they are different.

If it becomes that all these things around cannot be found,

I am here alone, for the moment it stands that I am everything.

If I disappear will I become nothing and everything is around me,

Everything has so much to it as it is much more than we may even know.

For some everything is before them in their own backyard,

Within their home, everything is not only what they own,

Everything is a love, maybe only that which is important right in front,

Everything just might be all that we see.

Keith Garrett

EVERYONE HAS A STORY

Before our first breath of life, our first day recognized,

A book, blank on the inside, pages not yet written.

The cover plain without scene or color, our story begins,

This is our book until the last page written, everyone has a story.

We begin with that which we first see, pictures created,

We have the choice to write this ourselves or be written about.

Live our lives through our own eyes, walk and dream, page by page,

We will learn and experience many things as we travel our chosen path.

There will be times when a road taken is not the one we might desire,

We will come across every emotion created and attempt to deal with it.

Everyone has a story to write, write it yourself until the last page,

When it’s time to put that pen down, rest your weary head.

Keith Garrett

EVERYTHING COMES WITH A PRICE

Not only do we pay to live In every way but also with what we say,

To eat, have water, we must pay with a coin, a dollar hard earned.

The air we breathe, even dirt has a price on It, once something free,

Today, the time has come when nothing Is free, greed, pay or have nothing.

Love has Its own special price, much work and sacrifice Is most needed,

It too can be lost If not a daily concern, friendship has value, don’t take for granted.

When doing the right thing then there Is also a price to be paid In another way,

Standing up for that which we believe In, too speaking out loud has a big price.

Marching against, protesting, going against the law, right or wrong has Its price,

Everything comes with a price, growing old If ever so lucky comes with a trade,

One day we give our lives to god, the thanks for a life, with our souls we pay.

Keith Garrett

EVERYTHING IS ON ITS WAY

TO SOMEWHERE

We’re all connected from the beginning of time,

No matter where we are or where we are headed.

From the first sign of DNA, we have a link to each other,

It has been discovered that in some way we are all related.

Everything is on its way to somewhere while the earth keeps spinning,

Think about it, a bite of an apple eaten and swallowed, an ongoing voyage.

From a tree planted from seed, it then grows with time as the apple forms,

The flowing river makes its way to the ocean while the ocean carry’s it away.

Everything is in constant movement or aging as it makes its journey to other places,

The wind, the falling leaves continue on even though things disappear they are never gone.

Everything is on its way to somewhere, living or not, to somewhere, constant energy.

EMOTIONS FROM THE WIND

Listen to it on a stormy night, screams with an angry fright,

Does it cry out after as disaster strikes, invisible tears?

Can you hear the laughter from it blowing on a Spring day,

Is in it sadness as always must it go away, does the wind feel.

Emotions from the wind, a thought, and fantasy from within,

We must dream and believe that possibilities are ours to be.

Keith Garrett