WHEN THE CLOCK STOPS


  It measures our time, an hourglass in our mind,



  All are not equal, not the same amount of sand.



  A timepiece which shows our days, hour by hour,



  With the sun, we plan our existence minute by minute.



  Everything is measured from the creation of time,



  When the clock stops, we drift into a consciousness of 


  another kind.


                                    Keith Garrett

                                    UNSEEN


  I'm all around, sometimes I'll go away,




  In the morning a visit, maybe at the end of your day.




  I've been known to whisper, or at times a scream,




  I push through the trees, perhaps awake you from a dream.




  I may go very fast or swirl around,




  Everywhere Is where I am bound.




  Since the beginning of time, from then I was born,




  Always will I be here with an unseen form.


                               Keith Garrett

                              TRIALS' OF A MAN


  Once a child, a small boy from many seasons' past,


  In this time and place, destined to be a man.


  Through many battles, I've had to persevere,


  Like heading Into a strong neverending wind.


  I'm learning to move away from the confrontation,


  Choosing a new direction, energy not wasted.


  Struggling to do everything right as I walk forward,


  Positive lessons' to take ahead, I've learned from my past.


  At one time I put away my faith, put It high on a shelf,


  Keep living, keep moving along, and try always.


   I've had losses, and love lost, but this won't end me,


  In this, things gained simultaneously.


  I still seek some of what's been lost, still within reach,


  Some gone forever, forever a memory.


                               Keith Garrett

                             TO CATCH THE WIND

  Out there, free In the early morning light 
  From the sky,

  A shadowy figure, stands motionless as the 
  Wind blows across the land.

  Feeling the fresh air swirling around this 
  Powerful spirit,

  It raises Its' head to the rising sun.


  Miles and miles to the North, South, East,
  And West,

  This great beast can run under the wide 
  Open sky.

  This miracle of nature, a magnificent creation 
  From heaven,

  With speed and quickness, gallops to everywhere.


  Such a gentle friend, which stands up tall,


  Fast, Oh! so fast he may run, and run to catch 
  The wind.

                                  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

                        FLIGHT OF A DRAGON


  With speed like the wind, to the sky it soars,


  So massive this beast, listen to the sound as it roars.


  Legend or myth, this monster of fire,


 Just the sight of it is hard not to admire.


  Of long ago, these stories are told,


  FLIGHT OF A DRAGON, in a time of old.


  Where did they come from,? these creatures so wild,


  Born down below or in the mind of a child.


  Sometimes in your thoughts, look up in the air,


  Flight of a dragon, maybe still there.


                                              Keith Garrett  

                    FOR THIS RANCH, WILL YOU DIE?


 This place of beauty has stood here for generations,


  Built by a great, great, Grandfather a long time ago.


  Times have changed, in this world around a ranch,


 The fight to keep what is yours has been since time 
  Began.

  You battle, climb the hill with sweat and tears, for 
  This ranch,

  Family before you have sacrificed in ways you can't 
  Understand,

  What does your heritage mean to you, will you die if they 
  Try to take your home?


  For this ranch, will you die, will you shed a tear for those 
  Who bled before your time?
                         Keith Garrett

                               GHOSTS CAN TALK


  Most of this world never truly believes that life 
  Ends not here,

  Death may not be a misery that we all wait to endure.


  We are surrounded, if indeed you do not believe in this,


  There are those and many long ago spirits which 
  Wander alone.

  Most of us are not enough in thought, or listening to 
  Hear ghosts talk,

  Heaven is there, but why are they everywhere? Ghosts 
   Can talk, they walk.

  We want to believe that we are never ending, fear that 
  We are not forever.

  Odd things happen, strange sounds in the night, misplaced 
  Or lost items,

  They speak in ways we can not ever dream,  watch us as
  We slumber in the night.

                                  GHOSTS CAN TALK

                                            Keith Garrett

                               DRIVE, JUST DRIVE


  Jump into my car, the motor is running,


  The morning sun is shining on this beautiful,
  black, machine.

  I've put the top down, we're gonna drive, just drive,


  Feel the wind blowing through your hair, music 
  In our ears.

  Let's head for the coast, we'll drive along the ocean 
  Shore,

  Miles and miles of open road, watch as the waves 
  Touch the sandy beach.

  Let's drive far, we have all the time we desire,


 Through the hills' of green grass, we'll drive the 
  country roads.

  For miles, there's only you and me, drive, just drive,

  Nothing but beauty is seen as we head for anywhere,

  High into the mountains is where our day takes us.

  Almost to the sky, we can see everything from where
  We drive,

  We drive into the night, we drive, just drive.


                                      Keith Garrett

                           WHAT CAN A BLIND MAN SEE


  From the sound of anger, a pictured face from a mind,


  A clap of thunder, faces of darkness, a storm on the rise.


  The touch of a woman, from her fingertips to his face,


   Love can be seen from a man with a heart of dreams'.


  A place with no light, what might a man see with no sight,


  Only that which he feels', always that which Is real.


  What can a blind man see, he sees what Is missing,


  Blinded from the eyes of of the ones' whom miss what 
  They see.


                                  Keith Garrett