The leaves, they fall from the standing trees,

Birds In the sky fly, short are their lives.

A boy and girl holding hands In the dark,

An Image In time as they become man and woman.

Seasons of four change through the year,

Love has a season, sometimes a lifetime.

The nights are always dark, a still quiet,

Just as the day Is light, the world Is alive.

Summers with friends often come to their end,

Time marches on, that’s the way It Is.

Fly away little bird, animals run till they’re done,

A son, a daughter go away with the setting sun.

The way It Is, just the way It Is,

We’re born to die, someday too touch the sky.

Keith Garrett

Freedom of speech, the words, phrase, and the meaning are not clear,

It Is our right we are told that speak we may In public our own way.

There Is no such thing as saying what you’re thinking out loud In the streets,

They say that It’s your right but you better be careful of what you are saying.

How much freedom of speech do we really have, I do know not that much,

I had my Attorney tell me about freedom of speech, that anyone can say what they want.

There Is no freedom of speech In the work place, try It and see what happens,

Management can not call you names, sing songs over the radio about you and your problems.

They can not make fun with a tune about the tragedy’s Of your life In front of customers,

Stress and harassment are the words that come to mind, Ignore them Is not an option.

There may be freedom of speech to a point but there Is something called rights,

People are killed depending on how they choose to use their speech, there are rules.

Watch what you speak as there are those with the power to make you go away,

Freedom of speech Is a right, there are consequences when not done the way some

Want, watch what you say, freedom of speech holds a high price today.

Keith Garrett

Heaven Is somewhere but Is It really up so high beyond the ending sky,

Could there be a fog like place, are there fluffy clouds all around.

Believe do I that It does exist somewhere beyond the universe,

I believe that heaven Is In a demension within all that exists.

A beautiful land of green grass and peaceful hills there would be,

An Inner world that can be Imagined and believed by those with faith.

Each of us may believe that heaven Is someplace high above but where Is up,

The earth rests In space, floating In a universe that has no known ending.

Could there be a place on the other side, a spiritual resting place for eternity,

God and Jesus are closer than we know, Heaven Is a place we’ll one day know.

Keith Garrett

You may have to be at least fifty, Who does remember a cartoon,?

Here he comes, here comes speed racer, he’s a demon on wheels,

He’s a demon and he’s gonna be chasin’ after someone.

A memory of a boy from nighteen sixty six to sixty eight comes alive,

Speed racer, Go speed racer go!, He wore a blue shirt with white collar,

The letter of G In yellow on It, Around his neck a red racing Bandana.

Speed, he wore white pants and lucky red socks, brown loafers and yellow gloves,

A brown, almost black Pompadour like Elvis, eyes of brown with a white open

Face helmut and the letter M on It, Who does remember a cartoon.

Driving his Mach 5 car In many races of adventure and danger, Speed Racer,

He’s gainin’ on you so you better look alive, he’s busy revvin’ up a powerful Mach 5,

And when the odds are against him and there’s dangerous work to do.

pop racer, mom racer, his older brother Rex, the mysterious racer x,

Speed has a girlfriend Trixie, let’s not forget Spaarky his friend and mechani

Yes! little brother Spritle whom with pet chimp chim- chim were always In trouble.

You bet your life Speed Racer, will see It through, go speed racer! go speed racer! go speed racer go!

He’s off and flyin’ as he guns the car around the track, he’s jammin’ down the pedal like he’s

Never comin’ back, adventures waitin’ just ahead, Go speed racer! go speed racer!

Go Speed Racer Go!

Keith Garrett

I guess that I don’t quite understand what’s been happening to our world,

We’re In It together, none of us can run away and hide from the destruction.

Everything Is taken for granted as If we are owed something from somewhere,

One man Is waiting for the next to take care of the problems that exist.

I think at times we all try to hide and close our eyes to make It go away,

Our world Is being destroyed for money, the mighty dollar Is evil In a bad hand.

There is so much wrong doing from one side of the globe all the way around,

The world Is not bad, those whom do not care, the ones whom will do anything for a dollar

Are the bad, Pollution, crime, and corruption are destroying gods beautiful creation.

He rests out there somewhere watching as we slowly fade away one day,

There Is much more to say but we can’t escape ourselves until our day to go away.

Keith Garrett

Suddenly as fast as I visit sleep then awake do I to the late night,

Not a pleasant adventure as tired is my mind, body, and eyes.

Stories are told by me, seen over and over as I lay there awake,

Television shows In detail, memories played repeatedly,

Thoughts of the day, thoughts of many yesterdays come to mind.

Good or bad, I can’t sleep as my brain try’s to figure out and

Understand that which can’t be ever changed, endless headache.

When sleep does not visit there Is no clue to what wanders the mind,

Why these life experiences keep me searching for answers always.

When sleep does not visit me then I must turn to fantasy for sleep.

Keith Garrett

They said you went away, you disappeared without a word,

What made you leave and not say to any a loving goodbye.

I heard about places where you might have gone,

Traveled did i to many a town, not a clue to your whereabouts.

It’s been quite awhile now, memories enter my mind,

People come and go in this world, we’re lucky to have known

Wherever you went, whatever you’re doing, i only hope,

A thought that your life is great and that you’re safe.

I’m pretty sure that god is watching over you anyway,

If ever you need me, i’m easily found, i’ll be thinking of you.

Keith Garrett

So badly have i wanted to go back to where i belong,

A house in a place where friends once visited and played.

Going back where everything has changed, nothing the same,

There are times when all dream about making that trip back.

It’s never the same when you try to go away back in time,

Getting back home, so many times we wish, but where is home.?

A fantasy in our minds as time moves forward and we journey on,

We can travel back and see it for what it is but only in our thoughts of yesterday.

Getting back home, home is today, where we stand, older as we continue to dream.

Keith Garrett

Have you ever been In a cave, was It light wandering In,?

Did you venture further Into the dark, cold, wondering.?

How far In do you think this cave of darkness really goes,?

Caves exist all over the world, many different and unusual types.

Bears are known to be a common visitor as well as other animals,

Who can say how long these caves have been there and what stories.

Maybe things of treasure have been burried and rest In there for centuries,

Are there those lost for such a long time now a part of every cave of darkness.?

Many have explored and searched for hidden valueables throughout time,

How many were lost, those whom walked out were and are the fortunate ones.

A cave of darknes, mystery and adventure.

Keith Garrett

Don’t go anywhere, this is your day to see a piece of the world,

A chance for you to stop for just a short time and look around.

See the day, stand and watch the sunrise as it is early morning,

Awake are the birds, nature is alive working always to survive.

A slight breeze, feel It as there is no other place for you to be,

Watch the branches dance as the shadows follow along.

See the beautiful, blue, sky, maybe a few clouds drifting on by,

See the day, watch the people moving, wandering many different ways.

Notice the beauty of plants you take each day for granted, beauty seen,

See the sun travel as time ticks away, soon the end of your rare, never forgotten day.

See the day, never to busy to see the beginning or end to your everyday.

Keith Garrett