The story goes as told , there was a girl lost as she was being chased,

             He was following her, fast enough but close behind he did follow.

                Where she was, why he was after her does not really matter,

              Not known if in fact he knows her or just another violent stalker.

               It was never even told who she was but she was scared and alone,

              Hiding in the woods from a stranger with no help in sight for her.

               Nobody knew she was there, only that she was missing for a day,

               He was somewhere out there in the woods, hiding but watching.

            Further into the woods she moved along wondering if her life was done,

               It was getting cold as the light of day was disappearing into night.

            Hiding in the woods was this unknown horrible man with no conscience,

          Why won’t he leave her alone, terrified was this girl running beyond daylight.

              Never did anyone find out who he was but no one ever saw her again.

                                Keith Garrett 

I stand here watching as I am not noticed but observe I do,

By an old, leafless tree I watch this scene hidden in the shadows.

A long time ago I see in front of me an old farm house of red,

Old, withered, fences surround the house and land, many trees in the distance stand.

A sky of clouded blue is a part of this picture seen from my eyes,

To the left of me slowly walking is a young man and horse,

Their shadows follow along as they head on down the road.

Covered with leaves is the ground as the look and feel of Fall is around,

A wagon sits unhitched close to where it is that I stand,

A picture from a long time ago, not recognizing where I am.

A picture of a place that once use to be, now just a picture of a memory.

Keith Garrett

UNDER A TREE, SHE CRIES

A sunny day, a shaded tree, she rests,

See her do I as passing by, she cries.

Why do you he tears, what makes you cry,?

Such a beautiful day, do things not go your way.?

Why do I cry asks the man walking by, why,?

A friend has just died, she wanders now in the sky.

Sick was she as on this day god has taken her away,

Forever missed will be a friend of mine, not fair I say.

Hear what I say as under a tree you cry,

Her pain and suffering are no more, listen too just why.

She lies on the earth as her spirit so happy, says goodbye,

Laughing with Angels, walking forever with the lord up so high.

Under a tree she cries, I walked her way at a most perfect time.

Keith Garrett

Impossible things, are they to be imagined,?

Too walk on the moon, travel to mars.

See and touch the oceans’ floor,

Climb a mountain and reach for more.

It can be done, walking from coast to coast,

Break the sound barrier, faster than the speed of sound.

Travel in a balloon, across the world you go,

Fly in the sky, jump from the highest height.

Impossible things, impossible you say,

To rid the world of disease and cancer,

Can this be a possibility one day.

To love one another, hold hands across this world,

Terror put to an end, war only a bad dream.

To all possible things, too the next one who can make it a reality.

Keith Garrett

Everything I’ve got, what’s inside of me strong,

Pours out with energy, stopped i can not be, give up i will not.

Stand and take notice as i conquer what invades my spirit,

Emotionally grow do i, strength and power absorbed within this soul.

Heart of the lion oh! i do possess, listen to me, hear me roar,

Weakness stares at me, such a pathetic coward it is, look away.

Fear and sorrow attack and intimidate who i am, rise up and fight!,

Walking away, turn and gaze over my shoulder leaving it behind.

Hear what this man has to say, do you know that which lives in me,?

I grow, and grow fore i have the heart and soul.

Keith Garrett

YOU ONCE WALKED THE EARTH

More than two thousand years ago you were born to this world,

A baby In a manger, a child whom did play as children still do.

A mother and father were Joseph and Mary, a story forever told,

This more than special boy would soon grow to be a man.

A carpenter by trade, taught the art of hard work was your everyday,

It Is said that you died at the young age of thirty two,

You sacrificed and died for that which you believed.

You once walked the earth, It’s hard to believe,

Over two thousand years ago, the things you did see.

You once walked the earth, a man of faith, Jesus Is your name,

You once walked the earth, In heaven for eternity.

Keith Garrett

THE MIGHTY SEQUOIA

How beautiful a tree that stands what seems like forever,

Some are more than three hundred feet high touching the sky.

Can you just Imagine the time these trees have spent watching clouds pass by,

They have been standing strong while lifetimes have come and gone.

The mighty Sequoia, their Is one that lives for thirty five hundred years,

Imagine this, born to the world as It began Its growth before the life of Jesus Christ.

This mighty tree still stands two thousand years after the death of quite a man,

It Is the mighty Sequoia, King of trees, will stand forever as long as the earth will be.

Keith Garrett

There we are together standing as the sun disappears,

Only a lonely tree keeps us company, we are alive!.

Many colors rest in the open sky as day turns to night,

We stand together yet apart with our own vision of life.

Through different eyes, do we see the same things,?

As only our thoughts create a separate way of seeing them.

We are two souls occupying the same earth, dreaming, wondering,

Watching the world in two directions, seeing a different way, imagine.

Keith Garrett

Born with these eyes that for a lifetime have seen,

Wonderful pictures of a world that seem like a dream.

Things I have seen are those of beauty and life combined,

Things I have seen are of darkness and quite horrible things.

Things I have seen should not have been there to ever see,

Not from eyes of the Innocent child whom hasn’t had time to dream.

Things I have seen are of hope, love, and courageous things,

Keith Garrett

I stop where i’m standing looking around,

What is this madness born to us all.?

Leaving my work, my home, and the things known to me,

Go away to a place up high, way back in the hills.

There are no people of judgement to listen to,

The loud sounds of tragedy lost in my travel.

There is no anger or the struggle to survive,

Out here only nature to hear me cry.

Leaving it all behind,

The life that was once mine.

Keith Garrett