FROM A LONG TIME AGO

I lived lifetimes ago on farmland worked with hands, a man’s hands,

A family we were, my wife, children, and animals for pets, back in time.

Possibly I went by the name of Sam, a man of principles, of beliefs,

My children may have been raised to believe in the lord, to respect.

If a wife I did have then she might have been a beautiful woman,

She would have been a great cook and a fine and descent person.

Imagine there would have been much love in our home,

Working hard from sunrise till sunset would have been this family.

Friends and neighbors with names now vanished into a memory,

A town that may have existed but no longer alive, a long time ago.

I may have been known as Sam from a long time ago, maybe so,

Land I may have owned and worked my fingers to the bone.

It’s possible this man of beliefs had a family that he loved so much,

I could have had children of which grew up and had families too.

To a man named Sam whom may have lived a long time ago,

Whom may have lived with a loving wife, children, and had many

Caring and good friends, If I had known you from a long time ago.

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

HEARTBEAT OF THE WORLD

From within, the earth rumbles, there’s heated liquid like blood,

Beating as a heart beats, energy and life, power inside a complicated world.

Rise to the surface, thoughts and wisdom, to learn becomes the brain not seen,

The flowing wind and air stands to be the breath, lungs of the land.

The moon that rests beyond the sky, the stars and planets that watch up high,

The eyes of the world could only be our creator god invisible to our sight.

Is it sadness in the world or tears of joy that make the sky cry,

A sacrifice as the water drops fall sustaining life and keeping beauty in sight.

Everything hears everything, ears of the land are everywhere,

The world lives as we live, take for granted and many things can do us in.

Keith Garrett

DOES THE SKY DREAM?

The sky is always night somewhere in our world,

Does it dream as it sleeps there where it rests.?

Awake as it does to the morning sunlight,

In another place it goes to bed again for the night.

There are friends all around this wide open space

That watch over each other in its universe.

Does the sky dream,? always as it exists,

What would it say if to us it spoke.?

Keith Garrett

” LEAVING IT ALL BEHIND”

I stop where I’m standing looking around,

What Is this madness born to us all.

Leaving my work, my home, and the things known to me,

Go away to a place up high, way back In the hills’.

There are no people of judgement to listen too,

The loud sounds’ of tragedy lost In my travel.

There Is no anger or the struggle to survive,

Out here, only nature to hear me cry.

Leaving It all behind,

The life that was once mine.

Keith Garrett

TURN AROUND

Wherever you may be standing then there’s something to see,

Watch what’s In front of you, keep your eyes on the horizon.

Be ever so careful, always on that which surrounds your world,

Turn around, something Is there, what might It be, beware.

There are times when we need to turn around and see yesterday,

Remember where we have come from and what we have learned.

Turn around once In awhile to your past, look hard to see friends missed,

Turn around to understand, see your regrets but leave them there.

We can turn around to many things, always be able to see what’s behind,

There’s no turning back to yesterday except In your thoughts and ageing mind.

Keith Garrett

TIRE SWING

From an old, standing oak tree next to a pond,

Hangs does it, a rope and tire from sun until sun.

Many seasons enjoyed, Summers of children,

Cobwebs do not gather, only those from the years.

Echoes of laughter, ghosts of those whom did once swing,

Always do they, back and forth this old, tire swing sways.

A tree that still stands, tire swing moves with the wind,

It ages but not the same as the children, this tire swing.

Keith Garrett

WHEN HE DIED

What were his thoughts, how did he feel,

When the pain left his body, where did he go.

Did he understand when god touched his hand,

When he was no more, who was he.

Did he cry or did he feel the happiness of love everlasting,

When he died the tears would subside,

No pain or sorrow would rest inside.

He was the mortal man in a material land,

His spirit and soul would be forever in a far off heaven.

Only moments ago I saw him as I walked through the door,

When he died his being would forever hide,

Who he was would never leave our lives.

When he died I saw it as not real but I did cry,

When he died I had to say goodbye as my heart found him his place

Where I could forever see him smile.

Keith Garrett

WOUNDS OF TIME

Innocence and pure, the new born child,

Day by day what’s taught and learned.

With an eye that which is witnessed,

An ear, sounds of many spoken thoughts.

Physical pain, hurtful words that disable and change,

Corruption and crime, nightmares of life that torment the mind.

Like scars, lessons that make us strong,

Wounds of time sometimes alter a clean mind.

Can’t is only a word, failure learned from weakness,

Our minds and bodies see battles over time,

Learn from them, survive, unkind are wounds of time.

Keith Garrett

THE ADVENTURE OF LIFE

It holds many doors, different roads to choose from,

Chances are taken as we turn the page.

Life is an adventure, different chapters are written,

Only can it be wasted if we stand still to long,

Moving into the future, playing a different game.

We must read from different books,

Experience different tastes of another type of food.

We leave behind people and things, sometimes we must let go,

Carrying into the future our memories or lessons learned.

Sometimes it’s difficult to miss but we learn to adjust,

Changes upon changes as the wheel keeps turning.

The circle of life is never ending, nothing may stay the same,

The adventure of life is a most wonderful but hard game to play.

Keith Garrett