A HEARTBEAT



                                                                                 
 Listen to my heartbeat, thump, thump, it beats,


                                                                                  
 Blood runs through it, listen to me as I breathe.


                                                                                      
 A heartbeat means life, it beats fast or slow,


 Thump, thump, it goes, a heartbeat that slowly 
 Grows old.

                                                                                          
 It speaks of who I am, only one of a kind,


 Listen! thump, thump, with a hand to my chest, 
 Feel as I am alive.

 A 
 Heartbeat lets us know that this moment is still ours,


                                                                                      
 Hear it pound! listen too its beautiful sound.


                                                                               
 Thump, thump, thump, thump, one beat at a time,


 A 
 Heartbeat so precious, thump as it beats one more time.


             Keith Garrett

                  FLIGHT


 There up high I stare to the wide open sky,


 Watch as I do you circle round, and round.


 Free to fly, soar with the wind, I see you fly,


 What is it that you see as you drift through the air?


 Spread those wings and sail, sail to anywhere,


 Beneath the stars, under heaven above, fly.


 What the Lord has given to you is the gift of flight,


 Fly away, fly away, get lost into the night.


 Created were you by he without a face,


 Spirit in the sky will take you on a special flight.


 Make your journey through the clouds moving by,


 Into the sun that shines from so far away.


 Finish your flight, goodbye, I say farewell,


 Fly, fly far away.



              Keith Garrett

             FADES, DOES THE PICTURE


 A reel to reel movie, A painting so old,


 An old photo album covered in dust.


 Growing up in a town long since gone,


 Relics, skeletons from our yesterday.


 Memories are not so clear, gone with the years,


 Sometimes forgotten, at times not remembered.


 Blocking out things we wish no longer to see,


 The mind is a special place of reality and fantasy.


 Sometimes we try to go back from within, inside,


 Finding that we are lost, our way is like a fog.


 Fades, does the picture, scenes of our time,


 A little taken away as we age from day, to day.


              Keith Garrett

                         A BOAT LOST


 Slowly floating, adrift In waters' so calm,




 Why does It have no travelers', alone.




 Fog and mist surround this shape of wood,




 Where has It been, where does It travel.




 No answers' does It give to questions',




 Drifting, slowly drifting to a place of nowhere.


                  Keith Garrett             

                    FLIGHT OF A DRAGON


 With speed like the wind, to the sky it soars,


 So massive this beast, listen to the sound as it roars.


 Legend or myth, this monster of fire,


 Just the sight of it is hard not to admire.


 Of long ago these stories are told,


 FLIGHT OF A DRAGON, in a time of old.


 Where did they come from,? these creatures so wild,


 Born down below or in the mind of a child.


 Sometimes in your thoughts, look up in the air,


 Flight of a dragon, maybe still there.


              Keith Garrett  

       DID YOU SEE THE WORLD TODAY?


 I awoke this morning to the sunlight along with 
 The musical tunes of nature,

 Scrub jays of beautiful blue, flying here and there,  
 Collecting their penuts.

 I watch the Squirrels running, playing, and eating 
 Breakfast set out for them,

 Life is awake, plants and trees, flowers and green 
 Surround from all around.

 In the distance I can hear many flying creatures, the 
 Echo of a dog calling out,

 The blue sky lay like a blanket over what has been 
 Created from the master.

 Did you see the world today, did you look around to
 All that may be found,

 Did you see the hills and green grass dancing back 
 And forth?

 Did you see the day change from yesterday, the world 
 Change before you,

 Did you see the world today, see it before it disappears 
 And goes away.
                      Keith Garrett

                                                                                        
     DID YOU HEAR IT LAST NIGHT?



 I awoke last night to a booming sound, echoing 
 Across the sky,


 Cracking like a whip was it as I lay there listening 
 And wondering.


 Thunder, louder it became, the sound of sparks high 
 In the sky,


 Very unusual as my eyes needed to see what this 
 Spectacle could be.


 Nothing could I see except the sounds ringing into 
 The dark night,


 Did you hear it last night? it came out of the sky, 
 I tell you no lies.


 Like heavy footsteps across the clouds, horses galloping 
 With no sight,


 What was happening, was it something so real, was it 
 Just I whom heard,


 Did you hear it last night, did it bring you fright, 
 Was it from beyond the sky?
                             Keith Garrett

             A CHANGING MAN

 Sit down my darling, sit back and relax, 
 Just listen,
 I'm here to tell you a story about the life 
 Of a man.
 Like an outlaw roaming the countryside, day to day,

 Mistakes not realized as he rides blindly Into 
 Loneliness.
 Selfish and angry, as this anger stole the beauty 
 And hope
 Of what the world had to offer, nothing seen through 
 His eyes.
 Riding each day Into every sunset, never watching It 
 Go down,
 Wasting time, running from a chance for happiness, 
 This man.
 Into his life one day, a woman of such beauty, In his 
 Eyes he did see,
 Still taking for granted all there could be, holding 
 Onto mistrust.
 She went away, she went far away, she saw the sunset, 
 Not he,
 A changing man lives today, he rides and rides with 
 His head held high.
 Mistakes understood, selfishness gone away, anger 
 turned to laughter,
 He can see the beauty of this world through his now 
 Opened eyes.
 Wasting no time as he does not run, he watches the 
 Sun go down,
 Someday with her again to see the sunrise, to watch 
 The sun go down.
 A changing man can see, a changing man Is he.

                                                                                                                                 Keith Garrett 

              EIGHTEEN WHEELS


 Leaving out of North Dakota, heading for 
 Odessa town,

 Hopped up into my ole' truck, eighteen wheels 
 Under my butt.

 Haulin' a load of lumber and steel,


 Me and my music box, my hands on the stearin' 
 Wheel.

 I'm headin' for the heat of Texas,


 It's gonna be a long, long, road, don't you know.


 I turned up some good ole' country tunes,


 Time to put the hammer down.


 This life I chose, on the road it's to anywhere I 
 Roam,

 Just a simple, Kansas farm boy, one day I'll go 
 Back home.

 Eighteen wheels, rollin' down the highway,


 Eighteen wheels, doin' it my way.


 Just a good ole' boy with places to be,


 A country heart, and I got things to see,


 Eighteen wheels and I'm runnin' free.


             Keith Garrett   

                ECHOES AND SHADOWS


 When the wind blows there are echoes in time,


 Echoes of all that have passed on by.


 The sounds of a lifetime, listen as the children 
 Have grown,

 Echoes of voices lost with the emptying hourglass.


 There are the echoes of those who once lived,


 Laughter of young ones, now part of the wind.


 Shadows of the seasons, one by one, gone,


 Shadows remembered of a man standing in the sun.


 Shadows of trees that stood tall in the sky,


 Across mountain tops, shadows from morning till 
 Night.

 Echoes and shadows from the beginning of time,


 Time passed by, seen from many eyes.


                 Keith Garrett