God created heaven and earth so that we could live together,

I was thinking as i walked down the street, i looked at a fence,

Touching it with my hands i realized a man would have to climb,

To get to the other side he would have to go beyond where was legal.

This is my space!, you can’t come near it, since the beginning of time,

The world was meant to share, be free to roam, we started building fences.

Around our land, fences to keep others out and mark our territory,

It’s all been broken up into pieces, always a fight that leads to war.

How can any one man or nation own a piece of the sky, stay away they say,

Beyond the sky, do we all have a right to it or is it claimed by the powerful.

Stay away from here!, this is my ocean, be warned or we go to war, do you hear.?

No drink of water for you, someone else owns this lake, river, or stream,

Dirt is not free anymore, there’s a price to be paid, money to be made.

Be careful as soon the air we breathe will not be free, who takes charge i wonder,

If we lived as one and shared the land, there would be room for every soul and man.

Keith Garrett

Behind a set of pine trees, so big and tall they are,

Where the sun shines through the branches up high.

There is a house, an empty house that’s old and weathered,

Around it are shrubs and a pond that rests for many years.

I can feel there is a story here, one to be told from long ago,

A cabin like home where once lived someone, a family gone now.

Wood so old, cracked and worn as if a hundred years ago,

Made of brick and stone, a chimney where fires for warmth were formed.

I walk the grounds where once walked a lonely man, children were born,

Echoes of a fiddle played in the early evening light, listen to laughter from a time.

The empty house has stood through time, imagine this land and what was going on,

Cobwebs where once life walked around, not a sound, the empty house, alone.

Keith Garrett

My face is seen through eyes that do not see,

Opinions or judgement, anger or jealousy.

They form their own truth, they make themselves believe,

That i am something less than what i know to be.

A first impression, a bad impression,

Who are they whom think they sit on a throne.

If they look to the mirror, no perfection to see,

They only know my name, they do not know of me.

A story they tell amongst themselves,

They do not stand and face me.

It is only heard by my ear from breath to breath,

They only know my name, they are known to me.

Keith Garrett

In the dark of night, a clear sky that showed stars of plenty,

I stood last night all alone with my thoughts and fears.

A beautiful, quiet, night with everything around In my sight,

Wondering, thinking about my tomorrow and what’s to come.

I looked far beyond the stars trying hard to see beyond the mystery,

It appeared that all out there was so still to my eyes but forever moving.

I stood last night watching time go by, examing what my life Is about,

Which part of the day might this be In my time, I’m sure It’s a bit past noon.

I stood last night wondering what kind of world I am living In as I age more,

There Is much angry energy around, Is love the greatest wonder of all.?

Keith Garrett

From our first breath we begin the cycle of our life,

Each day you awake to the morning light you are blessed.

We all age in this mysterious world as everything does,

Never should we stop living as our time must not be wasted.

At times it’s true that a persom may worry to much about growing old,

Concentrating also on a day when he or she will go away to another place.

How can we live if our days are filled with the fear of not being here,

Living not only to exist but see this world without wondering about when.

We all age but we don’t stop living, we can’t give up the fight and wanting of life,

We don’t stop living although each day a small piece of life fades away with time.

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

Fingertips ready, i strum out many a tune,

Loud and fast, mellow, under a nights full moon.

On the porch, playing beneath the stars,

Singing the blues on this old guitar.

In my hands, beauty created in sound,

This musical friend of mine, travel around.

All come together, fingers, mind, and heart,

I am the master of this old guitar.

Rhythm and song shared out loud,

Together we are one as we play to a crowd.

This old guitar has amazed many a soul,

Been everywhere, played to young and old.

Its voice has been heard around the world,

The language it speaks, understood by all.

Keith Garrett

Going out In style, everyone has their moment, their time to shine,

Running and dancing, climbing hills, riding skateboards In our youth.

Not to say that one can’t live or enjoy all these things In our later lives,

No matter the exercise or the love of that which we do we will slow down.

The basketball star moves with energy and vitality along the open floor,

He passes the torch and says goodbye and moves on to a different day.

He throws the football to the cheers of the fan, for many years a star,

He sets the ball upon the ground then walks from the stadium to a hall of fame.

Swing the bat, a baseball hero plays for many seasons of Springs and Summer days,

When the cheers are no more his bat Is headed for a place called Cooper’s town U. S. A.

Nothing Is less or more Important for one person than It Is for another, we all see the setting sun,

For whatever we do the day will come when we all will ride off Into the sunset, we lived.

Keith Garrett

Disguises are worn, they hide a world of fear,

Hidden with colors of false smiles or frozen frowns.

We laugh and we dance, juggle our thoughts and emotions,

Our world Is a cage, a circus of freaks and entertainment.

We challenge our own mortality, on a high wire we dance,

Shot through a cannon to where we may land, life In hand.

Faces of clowns, dressed In costumes they seem secure,

Acts put on for children, are they not the young that have tears.

We dress in our own costumes, put on a face that we choose,

Is what appears real only a magicians magic, a trick of sorts.

Whatever expression we wear, whatever makeup we’re made of,

Faces of clowns, we all wear faces of clowns.

Keith Garrett

I’m glad you could visit, come here and stay awhile,

This is our town, fields of green and trees old and young.

There’s a creek close by over by wear we live, you’ll like it,

We have good neighbors here, friendly and hard working.

In town you’ll find a general store where you will find what you need,

There is a nice little church built of white with a big bell that sings.

After church on Sunday we all spend the day enjoying a picnic and relaxing,

There is a great big pond where we can swim and laugh when the days are hot.

I’m so glad you are staying with us, we’re going to have a great time,

We’ll go riding tomorrow morning when the sun is rising, the land is beautiful.

Our little town is most simple with a peace that can be felt all around,

I’m glad you came to visit, It’s been the best time of my life.

Keith Garrett