ELLEN DOESN'T LIVE HERE ANYMORE


 I think of how she liked to run through A 
 field of flowers,

 A smile so bright, as if not a care in her world,
 Memories.

 We swam in the lake, laughing under the hot Summer 
 Sun,

 Walking to school on cool, Fall mornings, playing 
 Along the way.

 She went away, such a sad day as my friend went 
 Far away,

 I still see her running through that field with her 
 Snile so bright.

 If I listen on quiet nights I hear her splashing in  
 The water, her laugh,

 I walk to school in the morning wondering if she is by 
 My side or near.

 I get tears because Ellen doesn't live here anymore.

                Keith Garrett

                   RENDEZVOUS


 Love taken for granted, desire and temptation 
 So sinful,

 A smile, a glance from a stranger not yet known, 
 Danger looms.

 One who has everything yet nothing at all, cries 
 Inside,

 Another who seeks' the attention, In return attention 
 Finds.

 Two smiles, two different hearts' wanting adventure 
 Without thought,

 A soul with nothing to lose but will lose, she who 
 Chances to throw it all away.

 Rendezvous, secretly meeting, passion destroys' many 
 Hearts in a circle,

 Pieces of a life scattered, only a misguided feeling 
 From being forever shattered.    


 A body that sins' as another who loves lets out tears' 
 Of forgiveness,

 Does also sin with the life taken from a man with nothing 
 To lose but everything.


                                                                         
 Rendezvous,

                                                                                                        
   Keith Garrett                                                       

                REFLECTIONS'


 Like the sunlight on a clear window, my Image 
 Appears,

 Thoughts of yesterday bring a picture of you to 
 My heart.

 Wandering back to you Is a place In my dreams at 
 Night,

 Of the past It Is a part of you, live do you In a 
 Piece of my today.

 On lakes and rivers, oceans, and wet ground after 
 A storm,

 Reflections of a kind, or memories brought to our 
 Minds.

 Wishing, wondering what might have been,


 Backwards In time to watch has gone by, time.


 Mirrors are looked Into and looking back are the faces,


 Reflections of another kind, thoughts that we find.


 Images of all kinds, like being children somewhere back 


 In our minds.


                                                                                 
  Keith Garrett 

               QUIETLY LONELY


 Into the mist, through the trees, walking barefoot,


 Leaves beneath my cold feet, leaves of brown and 
 Green.

 The sun does not shine as the fog creeps across the
 Land,

 Making Its' way through these lonely woods deep In 
 Nowhere.

 What Is alive as the morning awakes to a quiet day, 
 This day,

 So old are these woods, what tales they may tell of 
 Yesterday.

 Ghosts of the past, people who once were, they who
 Lived here,

 Quietly lonely as I think and dream, just quietly lonely.


                Keith Garrett 

             SADNESS IN THE SMOKE


 Flames In the darkness, flames of fright, run, 
 Run, Into the night,

 Men of fear, men who fight through the night, 
 A fire fight.

 Sadness and pain as the heat and smoke devour 
 Natures beauty,

 Who's to blame for this destruction placed upon all 
 Good men?

 They run, they hide, but where to hide, animals,' 
 Creatures of all kind,

 Death comes to visit, to take away the Innocent 
 Without feeling or care.

 Fix your eyes to the tears' from those whom see the 
 Land die and die,

 Look to the sky, watch as It rises, a picture of 
 Sadness in the smoke.

 The wind will blow but there will be no trees for 
 It to pass through,

 The grass you will not see, the animals' are gone.


 Some men do not stand anymore, they disappear with
 This tragedy

That must be forever remembered, some day we will 


 Learn to love This land that was created.


 Sadness In the smoke above these hills' that burn 
 For the world to see,

 Eyes must be opened before It's to late, before this 
 Land goes away.

               Keith Garrett     

               "WITHIN THESE WALLS' "


 I'll let you In If a friend you are known to me,


 These built for me walls' of height are a comfort.


 Climb over you will not, the top Is not recognized,


 There Is no door to be removed or forced, no key.


 Within these walls' lies sanctuary for a searching 
 Man,

 Living here Is all for a man to dream, I feel the 
 Sunrise.

 All my wants' are at my fingertips' of touch, Imagined,


 I build and I take down, a new level appears' In an 
 Instance.

 To walk out of here I will need to make a door, walls' 
 Nomore,

 There's a fear with the chances taken, stronger we 
 Grow.

 Within these walls' I hide,within these walls' I cry,


 Strength and wisdom exist within these walls'.


                Keith Garrett              

           " THEY WERE DIFFERENT"


 He walked down the street full of laughter 
 And fun,

 He was poor with no money but no worries had he.


 She was from a different world, of money and 
 Material things,

 A young woman with everything but she had nothing.


 He was free with dreams' that were possibly only 
 Dreams,

 What he wanted was only to be, what he wanted 
 Was she.

 She was art, dance, and culture passed on by a 
 Family,

 What she wanted was to be set free, treasure was 
 Not just money.

 He appeared as a man whose clothing meant he had 
 No worth,

 But what Is the worth of a well dressed man with no 
 Integrity.

 They were different she and he, drawn together by 
 Feelings,

 The heart, the eyes, the touch of man to woman, and 
 Woman to man.

 They were different but they were the same, walking 
 Hand in hand,

 With what's love and pain.


                                                                                                           
   Keith Garrett

                                                                                       
             BEFORE AND AFTER


 There was a time when I was not here,



 No thoughts, no name or Identity were mine.



 I had no pain or sorrow, not a thing for me 
 To know,


 Where was I before I became me, somewhere waiting?



 A time will come when I am no longer here, will I 
 Have thoughts?


 A name remembered, my Identity will not be this body 
 Or mind.


 Again there will be no pain or sorrow, I will be 
 Somewhere else,


 Before and after, heaven bound, where was I before 
 My first sound?

                Keith Garrett

                BETWEEN GOD AND ME


 Conversations I have had on many occasions 
 In my life,

 Have you ever listened? yes, I believe you 
 Have quite a bit.

 The answers to the questions I have asked have 
 Been mysterious,

 I may not at times agreed with you just as you 
 Were disappointed with my path.

 We have a relationship, we both know not as close 
 As we might be,

 I've tried to be a good person but not as good as  
 One can be, I can see.

 These things between God and me are never perfect, 
 Maybe someday,


 I'll keep on trying, I know you'll listen always and 
 Answer in ways not so easy.

 I  wonder why things go the way they do, the struggles 
 And hard times,

 Lessons to be learned I'm sure of, are pain and 
 Suffering ours so that we appreciate?


 Between god and me are many more things to be learned  
 And seen, together we'll be.

                  Keith Garrett                                 

                                                                                                 
               HER SOUL,

                                                                                   
          A THOUSAND YEARS OLD.


 Her face, a look that says she comes from a 
 Different place,

 A smile that lights up within a darkness, so 
 Young but old.

 She sings out with an operatic sound, mesmerizing 
 To the ear,

 Into a state of wonder that will take you away,  
 Watch her eyes.

 Appears does she as a little girl, maybe from a 
 Long ago world,

 Sings as if she has lived lifetimes, her voice 
 Echoes with years.

 It is that her soul could be that of a thousand 
 Years old.
                 Keith Garrett