Breezy is the day, spring is in the air,

Sunny is the way, a few clouds in the sky.

Sitting by the river, peaceful as can be,

A picnic with you, on a blanket, under an oak tree.

Shady and cool, what a beautiful way to play,

A little music to our ears, this is our day.

Listen to the birds, they sing in the wind,

Butterflies float from here to there.

A time of pleasure, moments without care,

Do you remember a time when this was you,

I remember Springs so long ago, i remember you.

Keith Garrett

Like a tornado it appears suddenly, out of nowhere it attacks,

Burning heat that rages on a path of destruction without remorse.

Visible fire, a monster that with its touch can make life disappear,

With the help of natural wind this creation man made or not builds strength.

It consumes without fear, tireless, always hungry as it makes its way anywhere,

Smoke fills the sky, dark, thick, smoke travels upward into the atmosphere.

The birds fly, watch as the animals run with great fear through the hills of flame,

Survival is the only game being played today, the losers will forever go away.

Fire storm, Destroys does it a piece of our beautiful world with every attack,

Sometimes forever gone, healing of the land takes so long, scars are never gone.

Keith Garrett

We had to say goodbye, leave it behind, in time so far away,

It still stands not only where we left it but always in our minds.

Do you remember a place where friends were together,

A place where we all grew up just a little.

It seemed like we were somewhat older then,

No! we were not, only teenage kids.

We gossiped and fought over silly things,

Our own groups of whom we would let in.

Do you remember a field, a hangout back then,

A parking lot of dirt, later cement.

A quad only for seniors, now funny it seems,

A football team of boys, champions in the end.

Teachers, some we would never forget,

Friends once lost, now friends again.

Vending machines, and lockers, classes to learn in,

Taken a little for granted so many sunrises ago.

Here’s to Esperanza high school, i’m glad it was back then,

Never a group of students and friends like you,

Do you remember a place with such friends.?

Keith Garrett

Think far back or just a few years if there was a season remembered,

I was a child when those first Summers played, a time not in my mind.

Places that i have lived have Summers that belong to them, what is remembered,

There have been many seasons of the heated time, some of the best in my life,

Do you remember a house and city you may have live in as a child or teen,

Friends, running with the wind, full of energy as the days seemed to never end.

The best Summer of my life, the first one that has never been recalled to this day,

The best Summer of my life was the last Summer as a young boy with my dad.

When you are young it is that when school is out every Summer will be the best,

For me there was a great place, some of the best Summers of my life, Yorba Linda,

I was ten when i moved there and for all those kids whom did, do you remember the magic.?

The best Summer of my life is every Summer i awake to from beginning to end.

Keith Garrett

When she’s not there i sit quietly alone in my chair,

A drink in my hand, roamin’ ’round my home.

Turn the t.v. on, nothin’ much to watch,

Open the refrigerator door, stare a little more.

Dishes in the sink, wash em’ while i think,

Go n’ take a shower, soap n’ a little water.

When she’s not there, i think i can hear her everywhere,

Talkin’ on the phone, singin’ a country song.

Whistlin’ for the birds, sayin’ a bunch of words,

When she’s not there, i work out n’ the yard,

I sometimes look ’round, she’s nowhere to be found.

I put the laundry in, the sun is slowly goin’ down,

She usually makes me a drink, my woman’s nowhere ’round.

It’s gettin’ kinda’ late, no dinner on the stove,

I don’t appreciate when she’s not at home.

When it’s time for bed, when she’s not there,

I sleep all alone, where did that woman go.

Keith Garrett

Hidden from sunlight, beneath the tall ageing trees,

Deep in the woods, alone lived she.

A different kind of world, quiet except for the creatures that be,

A woman so aged, seems that she’d been here for eternity.

So far below that which grows, the falling rain can barely touch,

In a rickety old cabin, she had not much.

Only sounds of the woods kept her company,

In a dark, lost, existence, she lived to be so old, not of loneliness.

Many things did she to occupy her moments of a life meant to be,

Never a face shown to her, only memories of childhood dreams.

She lived in the woods, somewhere you see,

An old, old, woman gone and not missed, but who was she.?

Keith Garrett

A boy I remember once sat on a curb,
On a warm, sunny, day over forty years ago I say.
Listening to the airplanes going by, fly so high,

Hands rested on his face, a street and a place far away.
He would stare from where he sat, a thinking child,
I remember him well when he lost that smile.
A car that no longer moved, the life in it lost,
Now the memory of a man whom sat at the wheel.
A place and a street that exists till this day,
A curb where once a boy no more dreamed and played.
What has faded now is a man and a car,
A boy whose aged more than a father whom at one time
Carried him on his shoulders.

Now from the trees, only a shadow on a curb you’ll see,
A memory of a boy whom sat and stared at a car driven
by a father whom he can no longer see.
Keith Garrett

In hand, a wand would make me a magic man,

Not even a word and crime would disappear.

I could stop time, rid the world of trash or pollution,

Take away the sick waters of rivers and oceans.

Murder on our land would be stopped with a hand,

The ill would be no more, cancer but a memory.

I could run fast or jump high,

A tear would be one less for all of mankind.

The cruel slaughter of creatures in the world,

With a wave from my hand, this would end.

A wand of magic need not be that of evil,

For love and good, the hand that holds this wand.

A wand of magic is not to be real,

We can wish, hope, and pray, that it all goes away.

Keith Garrett

As the moon rises, darkness falls,

A full moon so bright, what’s out there in the night.

They awake, life that wanders after daylight,

In the hills, among the trees, they can see.

The wolf howls, its shadow rests in the moonlight,

Hunger in its thoughts, searches in the dark.

An owl can fly, it sits in a tree,

Keeps watch from up high, everywhere nature is alive.

The coyote marches on, preying on what is not strong,

There’s a battle for survival, this circle of life.

In the dark of night, they work until dawns early light,

That which hunts, the strong will survive, in the dark of night.

Keith Garrett

I am here, always i am here though you do not see,

With you i stay, accompany you each and everyday.

You go nowhere without me, we are one,

I feel as you feel, i am here.

I am here when the day is done,

I am with you with the rising sun.

Your pain or sorrow, laughter or happiness,

It is shared between us, one day we will part.

I can not be seen, within you i dwell,

I am who you are, mind, spirit, and soul.

Keith Garrett