A WORLD OF TIME


  From the hands of time, to the international 
  Dateline,

  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 SAD SITUATION


  A little bit different, a lonely child was she,


  Her mother so out of touch, a young girl's misery.


   Shy and feeling so alone, not much of a happy home,


   She did not fit in at school, something else about her.


 They would tease and torment her, watch as her 
  Anger grew,


  A sad situation for a girl who trusted very few.


  The hurt in her heart would never mend, soon the end, 


  So different was she, this child no more to be.


          Keith Garrett

                        A SMALL HOUSE


  Along the banks of a river, is home,

 Apple trees, and hills of grass live here.

  A small house for a family of people,

  Food on the table, and a fire burning warm.

  Sitting on the porch, a fiddle in hand, I am,

  A pipe to smoke, is an evening kind of thing.

 Horses are down for the night, children in our 
  Sight,

  Nineteenth century life is quite a fight.

  A small house, is all we need to believe,

  Hopes and dreams are seen, as far as our 
  Eyes can see.
                               Keith Garrett

                               BE A FRIEND


  I only ask, that you listen when I speak,


  In return, I will give you both ears kindly.


  Be there when I am in pain, and need a 
  Shoulder,

  I'll be there to catch you, if in time you do fall.


  Please do not stab me in the back, no talking 
  about me,

  For you, I will speak directly to you, also if i'm 
  Angry.

  Understand, that there is in me, no perfect piece 
  You'll see,

  I know you are a person with human flaws, that's 
  Quite okay,

  Be a friend to me, and a friendship we will share, 
  I do care.

                        Keith Garrett

    A SEARCH FOR ANSWERS



  Since the beginning of time, much curiosity of 
  What's before us,


  Thoughts and questions had man on journeys of 
  Discovery.


  About the oceans, such mysteries far down below, 
  Always questions,


  Voyages to find out why and what this all means, 
  Neverending search.


  The mountains, the sky that circles our huge planet, 
  That is so small,


  Why in the span of time, we get only a moment to 
  Understand our existence.


  A search for answers has been a quest of man since 
  The first breath given,


  Never will it cease to be a search for answers to these 
  Questions we seek.

                               Keith Garrett

                       "A STRANGER"


  Cobwebs and tumbleweeds, traces of life, 
  And the past,

  A forgotten road, not so often traveled, not 
  Anymore.

  Where do they go, the ones we once knew 
  And walked with,

  More and more, they become ghosts, faded faces 
  From yesterday.

  Time slips away slowly Into my tomorrow, where 
  My memories are found,

  Friends' are now strangers, strangers are now 
  My friends.

  There once lived a woman who I did not know, 
  She lived her life without me,

  In her, there was not a thought of me, for me, 
  She had no meaning.

 This stranger that I had not met, would someday 
  Be the love a man could not forget,

  Like the wind forever blowing, she has drifted, a 
  Stranger I never knw,

  Where did you go! where did you go! A stranger I love, 
  A womam I'll never know.

                                Keith Garrett   

                            BEACHES, AND OCEANS


  Too love the beach, walking along the sand 
  So warm,

  Looking ahead of me at the pier in the distance.


 The feel of the wind, as i'm walking along the wet, 
  sandy shore,

 The sun shining in the sky, seagulls flying in 
  Search for food.

  My thoughts are of many things, as I dream of 'life's 
  Pleasures,

  At peace am I, strolling along listening, always 
  Listening.

  The waves are a beautiful sight, musical tunes 
  Crashing upon the shore,

  The horizon seems like forever, as i stare in silence 
  At its mystery.

  Shadows from clouds, darken the ocean, but only 
  A touch,

  The wonders of life that live beneath the waters, are 
  Seen from within.

  Beaches and oceans have been forever, 


  There's a great love for me, as they go on together.


                              Keith Garrett 

                         FOLLOW THE RIVER


  Watching the water as It flows' down stream,


  I walk Its' path on either side.


  As the river turns,' swaying from side to side,


  The rushing water crashes and throws' Itself at me,


  As I make my way along.


  On my journey past trees and hills,'


  Notice do I, the bright sun and big white clouds' 
  Passing me by.

  Follow, follow the river on a course chosen by Itself,


  Onward, downward, until such a place where the
  Water lies still.

  I follow the river to a resting spot,


  Now It Is time for this soul to sleep.


                  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  

                               All that I see


  Far In the distance, I see hills' standing still,




 Trees of green, blowing In the breeze, falling 
  Leaves.



  Grass of green, that I see below me, vision of 
  Paradise,



  A lake that sits' beneath the sky, this sky sometimes 
  cries.



  I am a dreamer, who sees with heart and soul,




   All that I see Is not only a dream.



                               Keith Garrett