Keith Garrett
Tell me about your life grandma, where did you begin,?

Sit child and listen as i tell you about my life, a life you’ve just begun.

Once i was just a baby born from parents, a mother and father of love,

Living on a farm as many people of my time did and worked hard.

As a little girl like all children i had chores in the morning before school,

Feeding the chickens, bringing in the eggs, stuff like that my dear.

Off to school then i would go, a walk along the road through the field,

Horses around, neighbors working as they waived a morning hello.

After school again with the chores whatever they may have been,

Homework and possibly a swim in the pond with a friend you see.

As i grew older and my father died i helped my mother take care of our land,

My brothers were gone away in the war or far off with family’s of their own.

Some years later after my mother died i sold the land and went away to school,

I became a doctor and then married my husband whom was an engineer.

We had a great life together, children and grand children like you,

He’s gone now as i am an old woman with a lifetime in my mind.

Thank you grandma for this story, grandma died, she had a lifetime.

The morning came, as i got out of bed to the cold surroundings,

Headed to the bathroom as is usual to an opened medicine cabinet.

I closed it not really wondering why it was opened and brushed my teeth,

Quiet was the morning as i thought i heard my own voice speaking.

Imagination working i thought to myself, again but it was calling me,

An Eerie, long, whisper, perhaps a bit tired as i rationalized the moment.

Walking away i stopped and turned swearing i saw something in the mirror,

My skin crawled so i moved fast towards the door to get outside.

There was no one to tell because it would be i the crazy one indeed,

Whatever it was did exist, at least in the mind of a man now afraid.

I had to go back in there to see, too find out if it was real, was i crazy,

It wasn’t expected but when i looked in the mirror He as i now call him

Not it was there staring at me, eyeing me, a tiny sort of a being.

My heart seemed to stop as he pointed to his face, i was in shock,

I now understood that he was me, in the mirror i now could see.

Keith Garrett

Impossible things, are they to be Imagined,

To 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 disaster 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 impossible things, too the next one whom

Can make it a reality.

Keith Garrett

Dusk approaches, there’s a quiet silence,

A calming feel at the days end.

Does silence make a sound, ?

A crickets soft chirp noticed.

A breeze moving gently through the trees,

A plane that fly’s so high beneath the stars.

The tone of a whisper spoken in her ear,

In the far off distance the bark of a dog is heard.

Ones own heartbeat echoes inside,

A mosquito in the evening, the sound goes by.

The sleeping child breathing in the night,

An owl in a tree, quiet as can be.

Does silence make a sound,? listen as it’s found.

Keith Garrett

My heart beats, each breath taken is a breath to be not taken for granted,

The blood runs through my veins as every moment is a moment i’ll see.

There’s a fragrance of herbs in the garden, life lives around me darling,

The wind is felt upon my face as i watch the sun move across the open sky.

Something lost and something gained as another day slips away,

Never knowing what to expect from another morning born, I’m alive!.

The air we take in isn’t for free, the price we pay to live in gods mystery,

Love holds no promises, love comes to stay and love drifts away, I’m alive!.

We are the fortunate ones if the chance is for us to laugh or cry one more time,

Share a kiss, a hug, take that last walk with a love along the ocean shore, once more.

I’d just like to say I’m alive!, “yes darling” everyday I’m alive!.

Keith Garrett

BY KEITH GARRETT

They come to play, these men of the field,

All dressed the same for this game they don’t fear.

Nine men with a number and a name on their back,

The goal is to defend and conquer this enemy whom will attack.

A crowd will gather in support of these warriors well trained,

They’ll cheer till the end, this battle of power that has its own name.

One by one each stands at the plate,

As one lone attacker throws his weapon their way.

With a bat in his hands he defends his ground,

A crack that echoes can be heard if he strikes back

At him what was thrown from the mound.

They dive and they jump to stop what’s sent their way,

Too hold back the attack of nine men here today.

These boys of Summer who fight to become champions

Of the game to be remembered for what they have done.

Keith Garrett

My eyes i would give you and be blind so you could see,

So that you could hear the sounds of the world, deaf i would be.

I would give up my voice that you may sing out your song,

Hold onto your hand when the pain of life becomes too strong.

If i could make it alright, any sickness for you would be my fight,

If i could make it alright, my sleep i would lose so you may rest through the night.

My heart is mine just as your heart belongs to you,

If i could make it alright then know that my heart i would give to you.

The ultimate gift would be to give so that another could live,

If your heart did cease to beat then my life i would give to you.

Keith Garrett

              The night is dark and quiet, a breeze is in the air,

             I’ll rest up for the night, barefoot and feeling alright.

              The morning soon will come to life, open my eyes,

           Put on my shoes and get ready for the day, a new day.

                Work outside from sun till it’s done, heat or rain,

        Whatever it takes to see the job done under the falling sun.

             Whether it be sweat or cold, i’ll make it young or old,

               When the day is gone then it’s time to stroll home.

        Tired feet but life is so sweet, in my yard again for the night,

                         Untie my shoes is the thing that i’ll do,

                        Off they go until the morning is known.

       Keith Garrett

Left here for awhile, what is needed lay at my side,

There is no air but the gift of breath is with me now.

From this place it is that the universe is alive,

In all directions everything created is before these eyes.

Comets zoom by with the greatest of speed,

Stars are bright, everyday appears as night.

Asteroids are somewhere out there, everywhere,

I sit here stranded on the moon among the cosmos.

The sun is so bright with fire, burning in the dark,

The only thing i can’not see is heaven, where are you.?

The earth is spinning faster than i have ever Imagined it to,

Like a dream to see the oceans and a world not so big

Compared to what is seen from here.

Keith Garrett

              To step outside the world I’ve known,

         Leave it all behind and those whom know me.

                  Off on a great journey to see it all,

  Into the wilderness as if nothing else matters anymore.

                     To try things never tried before,

               Experience life through a new open door.

                      Perhaps a fear of what lies ahead,

                   I trek across the land, survive if i can.

                     See many new things from my eyes,

                        Into the night i hear nature cry.

                   Not expecting never to go home again,

                    Lost in the wild is where my life ends. 

Keith Garrett