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                                                                      

                             WESTERN WORLD


  The old west, a place where a cowboy could 
  Roam the land,

  Drifters could be seen riding in from the horizon, 
  Long ago.

  Wagon trains with families, seeking that new world 
  Of hope and prosperity,
  Bandits and outlaws, robbing banks, criminals of 
  The day, hanging from trees.

  A western town, where a sheriff walked the street, 
  Trying to keep some peace,

  Gamblers could be heard, drinking and howling, 
  From a saloon long ago.

  Dance hall girls dressed for the time, somewhere 
  Back in a western time,

  The eighteen hundreds, where pioneers carved a trail 
  Through the years,

  Western world, where families worked the land, the 
  Future was a mystery to be Seen.
                 Keith Garrett

                                         SUNRISE


  Darkness disappears' as day comes to life,


  Footsteps of mine, traveling the morning light.


  The fog begins' to lift, showing the beauty of God,


  I walk this way, with hope by my side.


  Quiet as It's early, fore sleep still lingers,'


  On the move are these legs, tired, forever tired.


  Rays of light, shine through the distant clouds,


  Sunrise has a story, for a man roaming alone.


  Everything has changed, as the days' seem the same,


  A song, he sings' a song In my ear always heard.


  My favorite music, from the man from Jersey,


  Sunrise, sweet sunrise, each day my journey.


                              Keith Garrett  

                             I'M JUST A POOR BOY


  No car do I own, socks' full of holes, day by day, 
  An hourly wage,


  I lay there In bed, worrying about tomorrow, a bed 
  Of my own.


  No credit cards' or a bank account, my only money, 
  In an aging wallet,


  A table of food always, dinner as a poor boy will 
  Gladly serve.


  Clothes on my back, shoes that take me to where I 
  survive,


  Blesses of many, In a world of sorrow and strife.



  I'm just a poor boy, with a smile and a tear, a wish
  And a fear,


  What I lack In gold Is made up of treasure, discovered 
  Every day.


  I'll take a trip somewhere from my mind, to a place of 
  Fantasy,


  A rich man can't find, where a poor boy can't buy.



  I'm just a poor boy, with so much to give, I give to you,



  I'm just a poor boy, what's a poor boy to do.


                                 Keith Garrett 

                             HEAVEN IS WHERE


   We live our lives, from day to day,



  Wondering what could be, when we have 
  To go away.


  Searching for the meaning, of this thing 
  We call life,

  Maybe we should enjoy our time here, 
  Instead of wondering why.


  Families have lived, since the beginning of 
  Time,


  Where have they gone, I think In my mind.



  Another dimension, not for us to understand,



  A garden of Eden, perhaps In a far off land.



  No suffering of pain or sorrow, could this be,



  Another plane of reality.



   Heaven Is where, I do not know,
                                                       


  Far, far away, I dream this Is so.


                                 Keith Garrett                

                                  "FOREVER"


 Above, from the wide open sky, the sun shines 
  Ever so bright,
  Will It warm our world always, or one day say a 
  Farewell?
  What If the wind that we can not see goes away,

  Will It again blow across the hills and make the 
  Trees sway.
  The glowing moon sits like a lighthouse In the sky,

  Watching, always watching but for how long will It rise.

 The rain falls from the sky, from the clouds that drift 
  On by,
 Will the drops take from the Earth, the thirst so as not 
  to die.
  See the animals run through the woods and across 
  The plains,
  Today they live somewhat free, tomorrow will they be.

  We live, we love, dance to the music, sing from our heart's,

  Search for the happiness that makes It all worth living.

  There are things that may be never, things never lost,

  Nothing lasts forever, fore forever we are not.


                                   Keith Garrett

                       A SIMPLE MIND, A HEART SO PURE


  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 bury his wife under that 
  Oaktree of before.
                                                      Keith Garrett

    Keith Garrett                  A WORLD OF SICKNESS

  As the world grows older we see that with it, the 
  World grows crowded,

  So many people cover the lands, stretching far and 
  Wide, the world does not grow.

  This is a beautiful place that has been given to us all, 
  But together we are losing,

  Survival may be harder than it was hundreds of years ago 
  As we can not sleep wherever.

  We can't just wake from sleep and shoot our breakfast, 
  The creek is not always there,

  To camp beneath any given tree is now frowned upon, as 
  Our society changes towards the rich.

  Desperation and anger are greater than ever before, this 
  We hear each day from words spoken,

  Protests over many issues that do not change, only the 
  Mistrust for those high above grow.

  Deceived daily are we, sometimes by the people we may know, 
  But scarier, those whom control,

  Lies, broken promises, pay-offs from hand to hand, between 
  Powerful people and government man.

  The fight to own, but in the end they'll take from you your home,
   We are violated as they spy, fear grows,

  A world of sickness lives as we struggle to keep our health and 
   Sanity,  neverending traffic brings hell.
   A world of sickness forever grows, because the more humans form, 

                      ACROSS THE DESERT, I TRAVEL


  My  challenge this day, a trek across the always 
  Dangerous, desert,

  Pack my things, just myself and a backpack, complete 
  With all I need.

  Dressed In jeans, hiking boots, long sleeved shirt, and hat, 
  I am ready,

  Early morning as the rising sun stares down upon me, 
  Time to move.

  Such a feeling, to seem alone In the world, step by step 
  Through the quiet

  Morning while nature does Its own thing, I am watched 
  As I walk,

  Across the desert I travel, with a breeze swirling around 
  What surrounds.

  The heat of the day has not yet arrived, as I continue my 
  Quest through the desert land,

  So much beautiful and unusual plant life, animals seen 
  From a distance.

  The sun Is moving, day Is disappearing with shadows, 
  Forming upon the land,

  I'll soon make camp with the animals of the night, a fire 
  So bright, warm with light.

  When the morning comes, then I will continue my journey, 
  Until I am done,

  Across the desert I travel.


                                            Keith Garrett 

                                A PIECE OF YOUR LIFE


  Amesbury, Massachusetts, a time long ago,


  You were once so full of life, a young woman 
  with dreams.

  Seasons of four, between warm Summer months 
  And the snow,

  Your lovely smile, energy as only a young person
  Would know.

  A time before there were no children, a teen of the 
  Fifties,

  Rock N' roll, Chuck Berry and Elvis, drive-in movies, 
  A young love.

  Who watched you run under the Summer sun, with 
  Whom did you run,

  What was it like to be only seventeen, dancing within 
  A dream.

  Out on a Saturday night, convertible cars, a hamburger 
  Under the stars,

  Did the boys chase you, as you would run with such a 
  Giggle, was this you?

  Your name was Barbara Jean, friends and high school, 
  Back in the fifties,

  A piece of your life, before you became a mother and a 
  Wife, your life.
                                 Keith Garrett