These things I might find strolling along a country road,

From my mind I can create a day or reality along my way.

I see the sun rising in the early morning sky, my day begins,

Dream do I of a perfect setting, fields and hills of beautiful color.

Nothing can go wrong, not in this made up scene that I want to be,

Swim do I in a pond that appears along a country road, quiet and alone.

There is a wind blowing through the trees, across the field I feel,

Hay stacks scattered in a country dream, a farm where I wish too be,

Along a country road all possibilities unfold, from a dream, all that can be seen.

Keith Garrett

A reel to reel movie, a painting so old,

An old photo album covered in dust.

Growing up in a town long since gone,

Relics, skeletons from our yesterday.

Memories are not so clear, gone with the years,

Sometimes forgotten, at times not remembered.

Blocking out things we wish no longer to see,

The mind is a special place of reality and fantasy.

Sometimes we try to go back from within, inside,

Finding that we are lost, our way is like a fog.

Fades, does the picture, scenes of our time,

A little taken away, as we age from day, to day.

Keith Garrett

So many sunrises, so many sunsets ago, i remember,

A place not forgotten, seemed like magical moments.

A town lost in time but never in this man’s mind,

A friend with a name that’s been spoken from inside.

Where did you go when the sun set young man,

Forever have you disappeared from me, where are you.?

I remember when we walked the streets of Yorba,

We were free as two boys could be, Summers of yesterday.

Treasured are for me those wonderful days in the sun,

Skateboards and less troubled times for boys that could run.

A moment never drifts by that i don’t recall my friend known by me,

Marty was your name, pictures of you remain locked inside.

Something not finished, regrets and memories of less painful days,

I know of your loss fore i have lost too, take a walk back in time dear friend.

I live each day in a place that knows my name, home is far away,

A wish to stand before you and say thank you for a day in the sun with a friend.

Keith Garrett

By myself as i am sitting beneath the warm, rising sun,

There exists a slight, cool, morning breeze around me.

Watch i do as the tall, dancing, trees stand high above,

Rays from the sun shine through the branches of leaves.

What surrounds me this day is taken for granted beauty,

The quiet is an always wanted gift that will never go away.

The calm pond water rests around me while i think and dream,

When i look down to find my reflection i see not me but that of other days.

My thoughts take me to yesterday, far, far, away as if it were today,

The water is quite still now like clear, shiny, glass, i drift off like a dream.

Faces in the water, clearly i can see with memories faces in the water,

Days of old, friends scattered with time are seen floating in the sun.

Keith Garrett

He sees the day, on his porch the world is his scenery,

The shows are always different, nothing stays the same.

Everyday he rests his weary soul in his special place,

A lifetime of family and friends but slowly they vanish.

If you pass him by then not a care might you have,

He’s not just an old man, a mothers son, once a young man.

In his rocking chair he can go back in time, yesterday in his mind,

He watches the boy running with his friends, an old man at days end.

He has had quite a life as the value of his being does not fade with the days,

His time here has aged him just as it does every mortal being.

Don’t be fooled while this man with a name sits in his rocking chair,

He has much to say from a mouth, eyes that that have watched many seasons,

In his rocking chair he sits taking in the day, he sees the sun going down.

Keith Garrett

Can you feel my pain, it’s perhaps a look on my face,

Look at my eyes, are they in the right place?

Sometimes a grimmace shows my thoughts to you,

A way my neck moves, what will I do?

There’s a dsrkness to me but the sun fights through,

Things of a lifetime, giving up is not what I do.

The hurt inside may always be there,

I’m okay with that, since when is life fair?

Keith Garrett

We chase, search out and run as fast as we can,

While we sleep the greatest things can happen,

Run do we very fast, jump so very high to touch the sky,

Jump on the roof top, flips in the air, slow motion if you please.

Always for me money floating down a stream, a pile in the street,

Just as it is grabbed by my hand disappears does it as i become awake.

We all have been there when a monster chases us and then we are elsewhere,

Dreams are always so mixed up, at times tiring as we are in places of mystery.

Floating in the air, suddenly in a bubble we drift onward to where nothing makes sense,

Catch a dream, hold on tight and bring it back home with you tonight, any night.

Catch a dream, dream to be all that you hope to be, dream the perfect scene.

Keith Garrett

We begin our time so young and innocent, our travels begins,

So many roads we come across, detours are a constant assignment.

We wander along the sides of roads waiting to see what’s ahead,

Like many a ride there are twists and turns that are coming and a surprise.

Adjust do we and must if we are to make it to the end of the road,

Along our way there will be obstacles we must conquer, overcome,

Twists and turns that will lead us to a place of happiness and peace with strength.

Keith Garrett

A place of dreams, I need your help to build me a house,

This house is to be of strength and hope, power of love.

Built to withstand the forces of nature, it will contain no hate,

Let the anger remain outside this fence, enter with just one face.

Build me a house of togetherness, my place of peace shall begin,

My house will be of reality fore there is no fantasy but in the mind.

Build me a house of safety where I am at ease feeling free,

Beautiful surroundings of natures greenery and life.

A great pool of water where I can get lost inside,

built for myself a wonderful place of music to escape,

Build me a house of happiness for all eternity.

Keith Garrett

Up in the air he spreads his wings,

He stretches to the heavens and sees many things.

This god of the sun, KEEPER OF THE LIGHT,

Soars in the sky on an eternal flight.

So peaceful is he, away up so high,

Forever and ever, this spirit will fly.

Keeper of the light, what do you see,?

Beyond the sun, a mystery to me.

Through the wind you travel, round and round,

Watching over this star, from you there’s no sound.

I can only imagine you’re a spectacular sight,

Fly way up high, Keeper of the light.

Keith Garrett