ABOVE THE WAVE

Out on the horizon, beneath the sinking sun, It rolls In,

They all come to watch, they come to ride the wild surf.

For the true surfer It comes from within, at one with the wave,

Shooting the tube, living on the edge, free to glide across the water.

From Australia, the split, surfers’ paradise, they battle the rolling storm,

To Hawaii, waimea Bay, North Shore, Pipeline, or Hanalei Bay, the wave.

Above the wave where dreams’ are made, surf the open water way,

Around the world beyond the shores of Peru to New Zealand, ride.

Above the wave, beneath the wide open sky, forever ride,

Touch the water and listen to the sound of the crashing waves.

Keith Garrett

“SEEKING”

I keep searching until I find,

That special someone whose In my mind.

Out there somewhere In my world,

Are many things’ of happiness.

Each time my eyes open starts another day,

A day of hope for what comes my way.

Always wanting and seeking for,

A life that’s filled with much, much more.

I’ll keep moving and faith will help,

A prayer each day to see me through.

Keith Garrett

A YEAR AGO I DIED,

TODAY I HAVE LIFE

Tomorrow does not know me, yesterday does not care,

Today I’m alive!, today I have life, dreaming of another day.

A year ago Is gone, a day when I did die, Inside no breath,

Smothered was this man, the air was taken from me.

Where, oh! where have I gone when I lost my way,

Only dreams’ show me the story of those days’ a year ago.

Today I have life, a new and different time this must be,

Lessons’ learned, taught by he whom makes these mistakes.

A year ago I died, today I have life, memories and tears of lonely cries,

A ghost, a shadow exists’ around me, still, a presence finds’ me.

Keith Garrett

A WORLD OF TIME

From the hands of time to the international date line,

We take our time from Greenwich, the hourglass is our sand of time.

Wrist watches, stop watches, twelve months in a year,

Fifty two weeks, three hundred and sixty five days.

Twenty four hours to our day, is it long enough to live and play,?

Minutes disappear, seasons tick away.

We work about eight hours with what we do,

Forty hours a week, we’re never through.

Maybe two days off, forty eight hours to rest,

Only so much time to love and visit with anyone.

Time to feed the kids, time to feed the dog,

Not enough time to stay young, awake and start the clock,

A world of time, always on the mind.

Keith Garrett

A WOMAN I CAN CALL MY FRIEND

Thank you for lending me your ear as you’ve been so kind,

Too take Into your thoughts’ what I’m feeling Inside.

Your care and giving goes one step beyond,

Such a friend you’ve been with no way to describe.

Although you are beautiful with a smile like the sun,

The beauty within you, most special my friend.

You speak to me and help me too understand,

That In this world I’m a descent and good man.

When times get tough I know you are there,

With a hug or a look that says’ I’ll make It through.

I’m so glad you’re there, my world’s a better place,

Any time I can hear your voice or you let me see that pretty face.

Keith Garrett

A TRUE OLYMPIAN

What seems like a lifetime of preparation and hard work Is here,

Sacrifice, blood, and sweat have been understood throughout.

For years getting ready for the ultimate competition Is recognized,

Whatever the battle you’ve been preparing for Is close, are you ready.

Stand and face your opponent, hold your head high and face your fear,

Strong Is the athlete whom does finish whether win or lose, still a victory.

To make It there, be chosen to represent a country Is already a winner,

Raise your hand high In the air, wave the flag of colors and be also proud.

You are a true olympian, If you worked that hard and made It, head held high and proud.

Keith Garrett

FEEL THE WIND

With my heart, this heart I can still touch,

Your scent encircling me does not vanish.

In the wind feel you I do,

Go away you do not, the air I breathe is you.

Step out onto your patio, take in the air,

The early evening breeze flows through your hair,

Feel it on you, I am there.

Feel the wind as it comes from all that you are,

Energy so magnificent, power of your soul.

I feel the wind and imagine that it wears a face,

A smile, beautiful eyes, and a voice with words of love.

Feel the wind, I can feel the wind as it takes me away,

The wind is you, I am the wind.

Keith Garrett

A MINUTE FROM HEAVEN

I live a life that seems more than half way done,

Started at a beginning, seen more than sun to sun.

I’ve walked this land and had my share of pain,

Friends whom have come and gone, love them just the same.

A family through struggles and laughter,

Children grow up so fast, will they only remember my name.?

I had my share of good, other things I’ve paid the price,

All I ask of you dear lord is that you consider my fight.

A minute from heaven is what we have each day,

Step by step when the time has come, would you kindly show me the way.

Keith Garrett

A MAN SO KIND

He had a life, so many years ago I met a man with such a smile,

Quiet with a heart so large, always a kind word or nothing at all.

He could be rough and tough, never did he want something from you,

A strong but gentle human being was he, a beautiful friend indeed.

A man so kind, Harold, today you are surely on my mind, you were loved,

Driving down the street, working in your yard, a chance to know you was mine.

Yes sir! a life you had, your smile will be always seen if only in a dream,

It’s hard to believe but this was your time to fly, leave this place behind.

It is in another home where you now roam, you journeyed beyond what is known,

You had a great life from once a small boy until your last day with much wisdom.

A man so kind is in this world hard to find, it does not seem fair that you are not here,

I saw you yesterday, you are thought of on this day, I will see you tomorrow.

Keith Garrett

A HANDSHAKE AND YOUR WORD

Does it still exist, is it real, remember a time when,

From so long ago when you learned to trust a man.

A handshake and your word was good enough for the day,

Times changed and a lot of that got lost with a changing world.

We became less of neighbors, keeping to ourselves, doors locked,

Now it seems that a handshake comes after a signed piece of paper.

Has its meaning become less, a firm handshake back in time was the best,

And your word, what is the worth of your word as you promise away.

We trust less now just as it must be fore if we trust we may get burned,

Make sure there is a witness to a handshake and your word, be weary.

Keith Garrett