The morning sky is so beautiful but pollution lingers,

We are free to wander the land with trash at our feet.

The hills and mountains are alive, fire destroys, things die,

Rivers and lakes are there, they disappear without rain.

Giant trees have stood for so long, one by one, they are falling,

There is a struggle between nature and man, not a winner is there.

This is the truth as our world spins and turns, we are all here,

A mysterious gathering of life, the Earth grows smaller everyday.

Keith Garrett

It’s amazing what can make a person angry,

Notice how they are mad when it’s their fault.

I was in the grocery store and it’s always insanity,

They should have you read the rules of shopping.

You’re pushing your cart and you notice right in

Front of you that there is a cart with no one around.

They wandered off so you push the cart aside, the look,

You just look back, when they think the store is for them.

I’ve noticed this, when they are at a stand still talking,

You could call them any name in the book, cuss at them,

Nothing pisses them off more than when you just say beep! beep!

For some strange reason you have just offended them more than

Any dirty word could have, I see rudeness more and more so when

They block the Isles, stand there texting, aren’t moving, Beep! Beep!

You can’t imagine the expressions on their faces, the most dirty thing.

When you say this phrase Beep! Beep! it all stops, the faces change,

I’m surprised the police don’t come, I could say excuse me but, Beep! Beep!

This seems to work, it gets their attention everytime, so Beep! Beep!

When the roadrunner said it he sure knew what he was doing, Beep! Beep!

It will get your attention everytime, people lose their minds.

Keith Garrett

A matter of faith, yes! this must be as I don’t understand,
Many tales of bad things happening all over this great world.
Although there is much suffering everywhere, I never blame God,
Fore many things are the cause of man, piece by piece the world crumbles.
A story of a man I recall many years ago from a town, Yorba Linda,
He was the reverand of a church, the Moravian Church across from school.
Cared about people, loyalty to this church and his family, a loving man,
Never a bad deed, throughout life always a helping hand, I remember him.
I have been told of his days now, living with Parkinson’s Disease, he lives,
I don’t understand why a man such as this, devoted to doing good was given this.
A man of God, this is not that which he deserves, for a reason I suppose, God knows,
I don’t understand why some things should be for the wrong man, I don’t understand.
Keith Garrett

To live well with the necessities of life, food, water, a roof,

Clothes on your back, enough to make a person smile.

The simple comforts of life, enough to get by with is fine,

Material things of this land, how much do we need to have?

More is not enough as every penny is worried about,

When we can’t sleep because of money then what is life?

How much money can a man need to sacrifice many things,

Settle for a little less, this life may turn out the best.

Keith Garrett

I was born, I was alive in a new world to me,

I thought that I had not much as I grew, I did not see.

Always asking why me or why don’t I have more,

I survived a terrible thing in this life, I am alive!

My life has been given to me, a gift extended beyond that day,

So much more than some as I believed I had nothing, ungrateful perhaps.

I missed the gift, It took many years and roads traveled to see,

So much has been given to me, I understand more as I have watched

Many times the sun rise and set, It is a gift to live and breathe.

Keith Garrett

Follows me it does, to everywhere as I can’ not run from it,

Memories are ours as we travel through the days given.

I believe the past has a great impression on our future,

These things we carry with us in an emotional way.

I have never left the past behind, I have tried going back,

Some of it still rests in dust and cobwebs, an empty shell.

Some of whom we are has been left behind, we can’not recover it,

I suppose there is a part we must let go of, the rest is here now.

We can walk backwards but not so fast as to see where we have been,

We are not suppose to go back only forward as we have our collection of then,

Keith Garrett

He lived a life of dreams, the world was a strange place,

A boy so different to others, he learned to run away.

A simple mind, called stupid for the way he saw things,

A girl he would befriend, under a big Oak tree they would swing.

A simple mind, a heart so pure belonged to this thinking man,

He saw all things in such a simple manner, a gentle soul.

Time would take him full circle back to where he started,

He would love, lose, and then love again, a girl on a swing.

A child of his own, married did he this love from childhood,

He had everything to share, sickness would take his love away,

A simple mind, a heart so pure would burry his wife under that Oak tree of before.

Keith Garrett

A child, running and playing, you were seven in nineteen thirty nine,

A different world, another time, a boy with a father and mother,

Your family of brothers and sisters, you were so young, full of life.

Before we met you made your way throughout this big world,

In nineteen sixty nine I was seven, I was so young and so were you,

A life ahead of me was to be as I like you would run and play each day.

It’s kind of funny, you were thirty when I was just born, a young man,

I was just starting out, some day I would grow to be like you, this was to be,

I became a little older than you at fifty three, forty six years apart now for you and me.

Keith Garrett

In a world of technology, cell phones, and the computer,

Texting is at the fingertips of all people, communication is there.

This world, people everywhere are running in all directions,

Fast pace, much to fast as we need to slow down and see things,

With all these things we still miss what’s out there as it passes by.

They are all to busy, I don’t think so as a second it takes to say hello,

Good night if not by phone, then a message so fast, to busy the fool.

In this world today it is sad but true, when they don’t want to they don’t contact you,

Many excuses are spilled from their lips, a moment it takes to say I love you too.

Keith Garrett

They have changed in a most different way, a new today,

Left behind are all material belongings, reminders of a life.

In a material world they live on in memories and thoughts,

Kept close in many hearts, they remain alive in pictures created.

They are not really gone, merely frozen in time, a dimension close by,

Reach out to them in your dreams, close your eyes and hold them inside.

Take hold of their hands, feel them again if only in a different way,

They are not really gone, they live on and on beyond what we know.

Keith Garrett