Flaming hot,  a sauce that really sets you off,

one hundred and eight degrees,  breathing the heat.

Lightning strikes a hillside, watch the flames as they spread,

A comet racing through space, burning all the way.

Fire burns in many ways; hot is the raging fever inside,

The sun explodes far out in space, flames shooting into the dark.

Fire in your opponent’s eyes stands out blood red,

Lava that shoots into the sky flows like fire  into the land,

Fire is fire, hot to the touch, fire burns many things up.

Keith Garrett

                               WHEN THERE IS NOTHING

When the trees are gone, and the mountains disappear,

The waterfalls stop, and the birds are nevermore here.

The sand blows away from our beaches, no waves we may see,

Lakes will dry up, no more butterflies for all to love and be.

Remember the rivers that flow to the oceans, not an ocean to see,

Islands of this world are all gone, just as what was the seven seas.

What happens to the Earth when there is nothing left to see?

Does it disappear in the air, are we no more ever to be?

When there is nothing, is nothing a possibility? I can not see,

Nothing is nothing; we will go away into eternity.

Keith Garrett

                BEACHES AND OCEANS

To love the beach, walking along the sand so warm,

Looking ahead of me at the pier in the distance.

The feel of the wind as I’m walking along the wet, sandy shore,

The sun shining in the sky, seagulls flying in search of food.

My thoughts are of many things as I dream of life’s pleasures,

At peace, I am strolling along listening, always listening.

The waves are a beautiful sight, musical tunes crashing upon the shore,

The horizon seems like forever as I stare in silence at its mystery.

Shadows from clouds darken the ocean, but only a touch,

The wonders of life that live beneath the waters are seen from within.

Beaches and oceans have been forever,

There’s a great love for me as they go on together.

                       Keith Garrett

                               CAN’T WE  BE FRIENDS?

Punched in the mouth, knocked to the ground,

Words behind one’s back, they don’t make a sound.

Family quarrels may lead to never speaking again,

Those we are close to can be lost in the end.

Anger in the streets, get out of my way, 

I’m just too busy, is this the American way?

Neighbor to neighbor, most don’t really care,

I’m on my way somewhere, don’t speak to me, don’t you dare.

Fighting on social media, screaming on your phone,

Keep away from my house, just leave me alone.

Everyone’s angry from place to place,

I don’t want to talk; stay out of my face.

Can’t we be friends?  perhaps some day,

But for now, get out of my way.

Keith Garrett

Hot nights and summertime are great for treats,

Chocolate sundaes are a way to start, a snow cone.

Strawberry, raspberry,  possibly  a vanilla malt,

Your favorite ice cream sandwich, sitting in the park. 

A banana split, wow! How it tastes so good on a hot day,

Pistachio, chocolate chip, rocky road on a sugar cone.

A bowl of Ice cream, chocolate syrup, and sprinkled with nuts,

Popsicles and Ice cream cups on a long summer’s night.

Keith Garrett

                                    WE HAVE NO KING

He is a man, a leader of our American land,

Doing what’s needed to get done isn’t always fun.

He’s cleaning up what no others have done for years,

Not afraid of the decisions that are made, a President today.

Protesting in the streets,  wasting time marching around,

Getting rid of the law that watches over this place is a mistake.

It’s plain and simple:  get legal, or on the run you will be.

Remember that we have no King, although perhaps we should.

Keith Garrett

                        CRIME IN THE STREETS

Lost boys, from everywhere they come,

Broken homes or maybe messed up inside.

There is no guidance for boys in the neighborhood,

There is no control in the homes, on the loose they roam.

Nothing to keep them on the straight and narrow, no hope,

They wander, between right, and wrong, on the edge .

Crime in the streets is all that these souls understand,

They are doomed until they change their ways, a helping hand.

Keith Garrett

               BEFORE YOUR SOUL

Where are you before you are you,

Billions of years, molecules exploding in time.

Born to this world millions of years before,

A man, you don’t speak in words but a screech.

Your first thoughts are of survival, food, and water,

Your mind and body are most unusual, not of today.

Fire has not been learned, day and night, sun and rain,

These are to you a mystery, so much you will learn,

Before your soul was created, a man you are related.

                       Keith Garrett

          I DREAMED I WAS A COWBOY

Dressed in jeans, a black hat and boots,

On a horse of beautiful color, I rode.

A ranch up high in Colorado, I dreamed,

Working, putting up fences with cowboys.

A long day was a good day for me,

Up in the dark, before the roosters.

Breakfast was early, earn your money,

Sweat and a little fun, working in the sun.

I dreamed I was a cowboy, riding the open land,

The dreaming cowboy, is a hard working man.

                     Keith Garrett

       HE WEARS NO GOLD!

I knew of him long ago, just a boy but soon he would grow,

From decades past he appears again,

Also different now, a leader among men.

He tours the land to seek out space,

His face well known In our Garden place.

He wears no gold! for those to see,

Only a vision of what our company can be.

Back In time we can not be,

To where I knew of him, children were we.

He’s traveled far to reach this dream,

One so Impossible without a team.

Though we have changed, I’d still like to say,

He’s somewhat of a friend to this very day.

He wears no gold, I know this to be, a child set free,

Now a man Is he.

                 Keith Garrett