It has been quite awhile since last I saw your smile,

I remember you back there on a cool, Fall day, you could not stay.

Seven years old this boy, a dad not so old, you should have stayed home,

I say hello in a most different way, not the way it was when I sat on your lap,

Not the same as when we went to the park, watched television before bed.

My thoughts are of a yesterday before you could no longer say hello,

A vegetable garden recalled, model airplanes together, medals I held.

A flag that has disappeared, material belongings lost with the years,

What I have left are some pictures, your words written, and memories,

So, I thought I would take a moment to say hello! dad, you are not forgotten.

Keith Garrett

To our lives there does exist a different darkness,

When the light of day disappears there is dark of night,

Lasts does it as we slumber until the morning light.

We see the light through darkness as we awake once more,

Darkness of another kind can fill the heart and mind.

Fall into a darkened world through pain and many hurts,

We pray for peace and strength to bring ourselves back,

Step into the light through darkness, we are home again.

Keith Garrett

To beat the heat I took a stroll, a mile down the road,

On my way I saw all their faces, heading for many places.

A good morning, a smile, nothing at all with a blank stare,

In a rush as the cross walks and red lights are forgotten.

Texting as they drive, some of them soon will die,

Because of their ignorance, an innocent ones life.

A cool breeze as the day is still young, no rain and too much sun.

Music in my head to drown out the constant noise of life,

A mile back home with many projects in my sight.

Keith Garrett

It can be broken, fore every one has its difference,

The body and mind take much abuse from our daily survival.

Trauma, whether it be physical or emotional leaves scars,

The human spirit can be attacked in many man made ways.

The world itself with all of its beauty does not destroy from within,

What we face from sacrifice and anything called a miracle wears on us.

I believe the human spirit can and will take much depending on the one,

Strength from the inside is most needed, a wanting to survive and be alive,

It takes its toll from when we are born, a beating of the human spirit.

Keith Garrett

We start out young just as the early morning sunrise,

Follow a path do we watching the sun make its way along.

Journey do we through the days just as the light slowly lessens,

Along the way we see many things, the sun passes over all there is.

The sun will one day set, as of now it does slowly move to the West,

Darkness will one day fall just a we will all grow from young to old,

Cane in hand we are found, at sunset, the sun going down.

Keith Garrett

The wind, it has blown across the Earth since the beginning,

Never will we see it, feel it around us throughout our time.

Rain falls from the traveling clouds, life it brings down below,

Water from the sky, cool as it is washing the dusty land.

Heat and cold are a mixture that all are born to know,

At times a friend, at times a deadly foe.

Weather is always, it is our everyday, here to stay,

The forecast for this day, weather all the way.

Keith Garrett

From outerspace where it all began a mystery,

Unusual formations, there is something out there.

Under the sea, theories of other worlds below the sky,

We stand on the ground, man makes many a strange sound.

Legends and fables from the hills to the mountains above,

Far away lands of strange stories and possible magical things,

Strange things indeed, long ago Indian tales, towns that disappear.

Cities that once were, civilizations lost with the changing. times,

Strange things have been seen, strange things in dreams.

Keith Garrett

It watches, loiters around your home, many faces,

Be careful as this stranger will attempt to get in.

Monster outside your door? what do you think,

Outside your door goes much farther than is thought.

It extends far and wide, every direction it lives and hides,

Beware as you wander, keep your eyes on what’s around the corner,

From somewhere it is there with an ugly stare.

Keith Garrett

My eyes see differently than once a child did see,

Reality of all that’s around, a world of recognized sounds.

What my eyes see are not the coloring books and cartoons,

Not the exploring of our neighborhood and childish ways.

Not the magical world from a young boys eyes lost with time,

What my eyes see are a different kind of beauty and some insanity.

This world has changed along with the changes in me,

What my eyes see are so many things that I never dreamed.

Keith Garrett

I am always here, I share what is written with you,

You are most important as you share your thoughts also.

If you were not there then my words would be not seen,

I would have no one to tell me of their thoughts, you are there.

Within my blog there are faces of writers but all strangers to me,

We are made up of many different minds and personalities.

There is a mystery between our worlds, we follow our own path,

We listen within the words, our thoughts and opinions are heard,

We are basically invisible to one another, there are not sounds.

Within my blog there lies a congregation of thinkers and dreamers,

Supporting and commenting bring hope and motivation to us all,

Within my blog to you, keep on writing and dreaming all you can.

Keith Garrett