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 

              RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!


 The span of life Is short In time,


 To do as much as you can before you're gone.


 There's no place to run, there's no escape,


 The process of aging can't be beat.


 Take things' slow and the days' still pass,


 If you move fast they don't slow down.


 Run, run, run for your life,


 Inside the clock keeps' on ticking until 
 There is nomore time.

 Don't waste time worrying about dying,


 Spend every moment trying to live life to the 
 Fullest.

 Keep on moving, creating energy, slow down and 
 You'll die,

 Search and search as much as you can find.


 You do not see It now, your end Is nowhere In sight,


 So take It all In, run for your life.


                                                                                            
  Keith Garrett

           RUNNING WITH THE WIND


 I thought there was loss, a feeling of death 
 Brought to me,

 Alive, alive, two separate paths' taken, gone 
 And we go on and on.

 A prisoner, never was I, free to run through 
 The fields of life,

 No chains' weighed down upon this mans' moving 
 body and soul.

 The wind not seen has a strength and power fore 
 We know it is there,

 Seen am I as the dark clouds' of rain falling, 
 I go with the wind blowing.

 If no face had I, no body to see and judge, just 
 A voice of words,

 Would you think something of me, a material being 
 Valued more?

 Running with the wind gives me a friend which can not 
 See to judge,

 For me, I do not possess an Image fore we are both 
 Blind, only running.

 Free to be, free to be me as live and breathe this 
 Man does,

 Walk with another once again but for now I'm running 
 With the wind.

                 Keith Garrett

                        LISTEN!


 Close your eyes and open your mind,
 Through your ears the sounds' will work 
 Into your thoughts,

 When the wind howls It makes a sound,
 If a branch falls' from a tree, It cracks' 
 On the ground.

 Listen as a plane screams' across the sky,
 To the sound of laughter In a yard near by.


 What do you hear when you listen to a song,
 The sounds' of Instruments playing along?


 Do you listen when a love cries out to you,
 Possibly what hurts her, you have not a clue.


 To nature listen, It has something to say,
 Enjoy the sounds' of every day.


            Keith Garrett  

           IN A BLACK CAR DRIVING


 Dressed up In black, not to loud, driving 
 Down the road,

 Music In my head, the boss sings' out a tune, 
 I'm driving.

 Sunglasses to match this beautiful machine of black,


 Eyes wandering, scenery passing by as I ride, dreaming.


 In a black car driving, I'm moving down the road to 
 You,

 In a black car driving, eyes fixed on the horizon, 
 Driving.

 With the window down I can feel the wind, listen to 
 The wind,

 My dreaming mind takes me to you, the way to you Is 
 Complicated.

 Down the road as you are not so far away, just a 
 Touch away,

 A smile shows through on your face, every day this way.


               Keith Garrett                                        

                                                                                      
              A PAINFUL MEMORY


 Our minds remember, a picture or scenes from
 The past,

 A reel to reel movie that for a lifetime lasts, 
 Beautiful and sad.

 Scars are formed from many types of pain, a 
 Reminder of your days,

 We take a look backwards of the steps we take, 
 Where we played.

 A painful memory is more than one, It may reshape 
 Us into something strong,

 If we can't learn from  a lesson taught, it may be 
 We wander in circles of not.

 A painful memory has found us all, we stand to 
 Experience and remember the fall,

 It is a hurtful thing that follows us through,  
 A painful memory as we live each day new.

                 Keith Garrett

              WITH CLOSED EYES


 Many things' are noticed when one can't see,


 Against our face, the wind, or a bird chirping 
 In a tree.

 From the air, the sound of a plane soaring by,


 Thunderclaps as loud as a sonic boom.


 People laughing with each other, driving past,


 Dogs' barking In a near by yard as they're listened 
 Too.

 The sound of music heard through an open window,


 Two people In love saying goodbye at the door.


 There are many, many things' we notice with closed 
 Eyes,

 Not only the darkness that's with us Inside.


 The mind will open at the time our eyes close,


 And see more than can be Imagined In this dark world.


                 Keith Garrett  

                 STRENGTH


 The lion Is strong and fearless as he roams' 
 The jungle,


 It Is known that he Is there, his crown Invisible 
 But seen.


 There Is strength In a man who stands' up for what 
 He believes,


 He Is strong and powerful with words' of knowledge 
 Or silence.


 Doing what Is hardest, doing what scares one but must 
 Be done,


 Facing ones' self In the mirror and admitting he 
 Has faults.


 Strength Is letting your emotions' show but kept 
 In control,


 Knowing Inside there's a man although vulnerable.



 I am a man, I have strength.



                                                                                Keith Garrett

                 WHERE DID YOU GO

                     MATHILDA?


 I saw you In the morning, slept with me, 
 You did last night,

 A tear In your eye but yet you did not cry, 
 A time for goodbye.

 The sun was shining bright, I saw you last night 
 Beneath a full moons' light,

 The bed has cobwebs, only a trace of where once 
 A smile rested beside me.

 Love was as I once loved, forever was today and 
 Tomorrow never knew,

 Where did you go Mathilda, where are you now, 
 Why did you forget?

 A cool breeze visits' an open window, the stars'  
 Hide within the searching clouds',


 I saw you last night as I drifted beyond a dream, 
 When I awoke there was only me.


 Where did you go Mathilda, why did you go away, 
 Where did you go my Mathilda,

 Why was It you could not stay?


              Keith Garrett

              WESTERN WORLD


 The old west, a place where a cowboy could 
 Roam the land,

 Drifters could be seen riding in from the horizon, 
 Long ago.

 Wagon trains with families seeking that new world 
 Of hope and prosperity,

 Bandits and outlaws robbing banks, criminals of the 
 Day hanging from trees.

 A western town where a sheriff walked the street 
 Trying To keep some peace,


 Gamblers could be heard drinking and howling from a 
 Saloon long ago.

 Dance hall girls dressed for the time, somewhere back 
 In a western time,

 The eighteen hundreds, where pioneers carved a trail 
 Through the years.

 Western world, where families worked the land, the future 
 Was a mystery to be Seen.
                 Keith Garrett