ON THIS MOUNTAIN

As a child he lived here many years before,

The great depression was not a time of all pleasant things.

It was however a time of childhood, a sunset for some,

There was a family of fathers and mothers, sons and daughters.

A boy was he of seventeen, a dreamer, a writer,

He had nothing but he had also everything.

On this mountain in Virginia he was born,

So many days ago, long gone are they now.

He wrote his many thoughts by a lamp in the night,

Played games with his brothers and sisters.

Together this family sat together for dinner each night,

A lifetime ago is when this story was told.

By a boy whom with his family struggled but did laugh as they

Were blessed with much love and togetherness,

On this mountain, once upon a time.

Keith Garrett

OH MY GOD!

At times is it that I don’t quite understand,

Do I hear the words spoken but perhaps do not listen.

Maybe I don’t sometimes see although I possess sight,

Do you think inside of me the anger lives much to long.

Am I missing a piece of happiness that is so close, I cannot see,

My mind is always spinning, I seem to have not much peace.

I watch the world from where I am and don’t like what I see,

I cannot change all that is bad but I can change some things in me.

Oh my god!, I do believe you know the answers to what I have thought,

I do believe from long ago that you knew where our world was heading.

You gave free will, we have a choice but mankind has taken for granted,

The beauty and gift of this life, is it to late for all to change what’s damaged.

Keith Garrett

MYTHICAL TALES

Castles of knights so long ago, a far off land, a sword in a stone,

Dragons that fly across the sky, fire they breathe, burns the night.

Wizards dressed in robes of black, stars and moons on their backs,

Spells from a book, potions brewed up special in a pot of fire so black.

Sorcerer’s that cast upon the land an evil presence of giants so bad,

Legends of stories told from times of so old, kings and queens, guillotines.

Mythical tales and magical scenes only dreamed from minds of fairy tale stories,

Possibly, Imaginations so real that just maybe once upon a time in another world.

Mythical tales from generation to generation, a place of old England,

Were there things once so real turned to tales and not believed again.

Keith Garrett

MY MIND IS AN ISLAND

My mind is an island, many places to roam,

Different things that I see when I’m on my own.

If wander I do to far away,

Lost might I be in this land made for me.

See as I do and think as I may,

There are beautiful things in my thoughts everyday.

I can find my way back to where it is I should be,

If I’m looking the right way or a trail I might leave.

My island can be peaceful and sunny or stormy and dark,

I’d rather be happy and have my island be a walk in the park.

Keith Garrett

MORTAL I AM

To walk on water is an amazing thing I cannot do,

Flying across the sky, never will I fly, a thought from my mind.

Through walls of solid never will my physical body walk,

I have not the power to raise my hands and change the world.

To part the sea is a wonder that I’ve not yet seen,

Fire I cannot make rain from the sky, no not I.

I have not the ability to hide from pain,

Fear is an emotion that lives in the human being.

I am not god for it is that I may bleed and do,

I breathe the air but no guarantee of a tomorrow.

Mortal I am, for now here I’ll stand and walk this land,

Older I’ll get as surely I will not live forever in this place.

One day I’ll die and pray that my new home will be beyond the sky.

Keith Garrett

RUST FROM TIME

Sometimes to recall childhood days are lost with what life takes away,

A bicycle of color sits for years until its age is seen through cobwebs so clear.

A shed or a box of stored away and at times forgotten treasures are again a thought,

Going back to a place where once we stood on sidewalks of ghosts, friends we knew.

Trees grow taller, houses rest where inside we once knew those with faces and names,

Hills where we wandered have disappeared with this changing world.

Nothing seems to stay the same, faces fade, children we knew all go away,

There are those times when I can just stand there and somewhere in the wind,

When the night is quiet, there’s a fragrance in the air, that feeling of that yesterday.

Like a cloud or veil as the seasons change and we all go our separate ways,

Thoughts change, some memories drift with passing winds.

Rust from time, if so blessed then may we all play the memories in our minds

For just a little while longer.
Keith Garrett

OLD FRIENDS

As children they played, growing up in the same town,

Running in the park, playing games in the dark.

Going to school, swimming in the same backyard pool,

Singing songs, listening to music they both loved.

Sleepovers, laughing late into the night,

Going to movies, Friday and Saturday nights.

They rode their bikes to many sights,

A coke and a comic book were a delight.

Throwing a football, baseball in the park,

Being kids was what life was about.

Hanging out together in a time of youth,

Those days are gone but never forgotten.

These things I say are true to all that once played,

Through generations and lifetimes,

Here’s to old friends never forgotten.

Keith Garrett

NOT MY SPIRIT CAN

AN OPINION BREAK

It’s amazing, a person can do their very best,

Feeling good about themselves, believing they succeeded.

Behind your back it’s said with judgement, without thinking,

Sometimes just an opinion, speaking without thought.

Anger can grow from words of a mouth of ignorance,

When we know of this to be an untruth then why is it that we react.?

A lesson learned, calmness must be observed,

Words cannot hurt, opinions will never die.

We have no control over others, only ourselves,

It is we who are the masters of how and what Affects our day.

This phrase I will learn from as i go my way.

Keith Garrett

LIGHT IN THE WINDOW

Each night as the sun goes down, darkness visits a sleepy town,

A usual stroll through the streets brings peace before dreams.

What’s noticed from a mans eyes within the blackness is a window,

A dark building shows off the faint light that glows from behind a shade.

As I pass by every night along my route of walking i wonder about the light,

Who might be there beyond the walls surrounding this one and only window.

Always seems so quiet, could there be laughter or singing on the other side,

Someone quietly reading a book, dreaming of what’s out there in the world,

Beyond their window, do they wonder of things that are a mystery to them.

Is there a possible sadness that wanders around inside, whom might hide,

A name must be attached to a soul with a life, only a light in the window is seen.

Keith Garrett

JONATHAN AND ELIZABETH

Children, growing up together In a town, small with memories,

Boy and girl, friends from such a young age, playing games, walking In the rain.

Walking to school In the morning, laughing together In the Spring and Summer,

Sharing thoughts and at times secrets of Importance that weren’t meant for boy and girl.

They grew to be very close, this boy whom would be there to protect a girl so loved,

Jonathan was a kindhearted friend and let It be known that he would do for Elizabeth anything.

She In return cared so much for him that It was said death would be a beautiful thing,

Jonathan and Elizabeth were now teenagers, a love that would change In a special way.

Together often as life changed, soon adulthood would bring them to man and woman,

Happiness was theirs as most knew of their bond, the future was already written.

Life can be altered In an Instance as their hands would be pulled apart,

Jonathan would keep for a while the only secret ever from Elizabeth, his sickness.

With a failing heart, a prom dream come true, a drive afterwards, a secret shared for two,

There’s a reason for all things as In a blink from the eye, one would surely die.

A car accident, slowly dying was his beloved Elizabeth, she would show the greatest love,

Her heart she would give to Jonathan just as always she had done, this for his life.

Elizabeth would forever live within Jonathan each day he awoke to the morning light,

Jonathan and Elizabeth, forever together and forever after they would be.

Keith Garrett