"FOREVER"


 Above from the wide open sky the sun shines 
 ever so bright,
 Will It warm our world always or one day say a
 Farewell.
 What If the wind that we can not see goes away,

 Will It again blow across the hills and make the 
 Trees sway.
 The glowing moon sits like a lighthouse In the sky,

 Watching, always watching but for how long will
 It rise.
 The rain falls from the sky, from the clouds that 
 Drift On by,
 Will the drops take from the Earth the thirst so as 
 Not to die.
 See the animals run through the woods and across 
 the plains,
 Today they live somewhat free, tomorrow will they be.

 We live, we love, dance to the music, sing from our
 Hearts,
 Search for the happiness that makes It all worth living.

 There are things that may be never, things never lost,

 Nothing lasts forever fore forever we are not.


                Keith Garrett

                                                                                                              
              CREATE ME




 Whom shall I be, what kind is thought of in your mind,



 You possess the imagination and wisdom to understand.



 If you were to create me would I be of a good and kind
 Heart,


 Would I care about this world and be of help to a neighbor?



 When you create me will you add compassion and love,



 Will I try and change the world, not be of destruction?



 Create me as a good human being otherwise do not waste 
 Your time,


                                                                                                       
 "Do not create me at all"


                                                                              
    Keith Garrett

                                                                                                     
     CRIMINALS AND TRAITORS



                                                                                    
 Under siege, american soil on foreign ground,



                                                                                 
 They would take over, little regard for human life.



                                                                                     
 Dangerous games and politics from every side,



 Lies are of plenty, faces of deception, who is on 
 Which side.


 The mighty dollar is always on top in these worldly 
 Games,


                                                                                  
 Criminals and traitors sometimes go hand in hand,



                                                                                            
 Our flag was rescued in this foreign land.


                Keith Garrett

                 BEAVER CLEAVER,

          ALL ALONE AT 211 PINE STREET

 It seems like yesterday that we were a family,

 I think of being little, hanging around with Wally.

 My mother, June Cleaver was always around the house,

 Dad, Ward Cleaver worked in an office, home every night.

 We went to school in Mayfield, USA with friends 
 Remembered,
 My friend Whitey has gone away, Mrs. Landers left our 
 Town,
 Mr. and Mrs. Ruthorford have disappeared beyond 
 This place.
 Dad had to leave one day, he didn't come through the 
 Door anymore,
 Eddie and Lumpy left Mayfield a while back, I do 
 Remember,
 Mom was tired from all the years and so she traveled 
 Onward.
 I just got word that my older brother, Wally has just
 moved away,
 I miss my family, It's very quiet now here at our 
 House On Pine street.
 Mom isn't in the kitchen making dinner or asking me 
 How my day was,
 Dad doesn't call me downstairs to lecture me about my 
 Mistakes.
 Wally isn't around calling me a little goof now, so 
 Many memories,
 I am Beaver Cleaver, I am now all alone at 211 Pine 
 Street.
            Keith Garrett

            BOTH FEET OFF THE GROUND


 If I could lift both feet at the same time, 
 I'd be up in the air,

 My arms stretched out, flying, flying to anywhere 
 And everywhere.

 Stuck on the ground, confined, trapped as if carrying 
 Heavy chains,

 Sometimes just wanting to take off, fly, fly far away.


 Not only gravity keeps us on the ground where we exist,


 But the taste for life, for the breath, every breath.


 Both feet off the ground to a new adventure in time,


 Away, far away from what hurts a mans heart, yes! this 
 Heart.

 My heart cries for what has been taken away, away from me,


 Both feet on the ground, not so much a good place to be.

                              Keith Garrett

                                                                             
            BILLY THE KID


 A story to tell, as on the eve of the civil war 
 There would come to be a birth,
 An Irish neighborhood in New York city, November 
 Twenty third, eighteen fifty nine.
 William Henry McCarty JR. later known as the infamous 
 Outlaw Billy the kid,
 A mother known as Katherine, a father unknown, a little 
 Boy would never know.
 William H. Bonney would one day join the Lincoln  
 County war, life would become short.
 Legend tells that he killed twenty one men, later a folk 
 Hero is told,
 Five foot nine he stood, blue eyes, smooth complexion,  
 sometimes a friendly sort.                    
 Some say he was a neat dresser, liked to sport his 
 Mexican sombrero,
 Billy was skilled with firearms, a cowboy, gambler,  
 Cattle rustler, he was an outlaw.
 Sheriff Pat Garrett would come to hunt him down, Billy 
 Was only a kid, what waited for him.
 He was cornered, shot and killed by a man, a lawman, July 
 Fourteenth, eighteen eighty one.
 He was only twenty one when his life ended, a young man  
 Dies back in a time at Fort Sumner,
 New Mexico, Pat shot him down, He was an outlaw but he 
 Was once a mother's son.
 Rest in peace Billy the kid.

                    Keith Garrett

           I DREAMED I WAS A CHILD


 There was a place, there was a child, was it real, 
 Why was he crying,

 A street, a neighborhood, a school where laughter lived, 
 Clowns on a wall.

 Duck, duck, goose and a circle of friends, round, and 
 Round they ran,

 A boy named Grover, swingsets and a dream, I walk 
 There it seems.

 A small boy, lonely in his thoughts, a dreamer of things 
 Not to be thought,

 Monsters under the bed, who peeks in the window above 
 His frightened head.

 I dreamed I was a child but who is I be, a fathers son 
 From yesterday,

 A child trapped in a place that does not let go, cartoons, 
 And the sound of planes.

 Reality was but a moment, childhood innocence, and 
 Magic slip away,

 Where were you little girl when my October drifted into 
 Eternity.

 Imagination and icecream trucks playing musical tunes 
 For a dime,

 Warm Summer days lost in a mans' child dreaming eyes.


 It rests in cobwebs, it quietly waits for my return,


 A place hidden from my mind, it watches, it knows what 
 I have seen.

                    Keith Garrett 

                                                                                        
            KEYS TO THE KINGDOM


 For whatever it's worth, you came out on top,


 Power in the hands of the right and wrong is scary.


 You are human but who are you really behind those 
 Eyes,

 Through the years, from any shore, leaders are seen 
 With fear and war.

 Behind guarded doors of a house, Palaces and castles 
 On foreign soil,

 Keys to the Kingdom are held by those with or without 
 Morals.

 There are battles fought to hold onto or gain possession 
 of many keys,

 Keys to secret places, vaults, and of course, keys to
 The end of the world.

 Some keys should be destroyed, taken from them who misuse 
 Keys to the kingdom.
                        Keith Garrett

             WATCHER OF THE SEA


 High above the water, overlooking the ocean,



 Built above the rocks standing tall under the sky.



 With Its' eyes of light so bright watching for those,



 Guiding whom might approach these shores, looking.



 For so many years It sees, watches, and waits,



 As from across the horizon travelers make their way.



 Watcher of the sea, keeping your eye on what Is all 
 Around thee,


 Wheather the light of day or the dark of night, 
 You watch.


 Trusted by many are you, counted on for safety,



 You are the watcher of the sea, lonely as It may be.


                Keith Garrett

                SURROUNDING ME


 I"m here, blind at times to what's around me, waiting 
 For myself to see,

 Sitting here at this moment, quiet with no soul to keep
 Me company.

 Feeling lonely, but as I turn my eyes to this world, 
 Notice do I everything,
 
 There's much life watching me, I never listen but now 
 I can hear.

 As what's surrounding me Is telling me something, It's 
 Talking to me,

 There stands a tree, Its' branches swinging In the wind 
 Like arms.

 Leaves falling to the ground, nature brings It to life as 
 I hear the sound,

 The grass dances as a breeze travels on by singing as It 
 Says goodbye.

 When I sit upon It a feeling It has as also this friend 
 Of Green feels me,

 On a shrub, a bird sits and whistles In the sun,


 Saying hello to It as away In the sky this bird flies.


 There are bees buzzing around flowers of many colors and 
 Fragrances,

 They leave me alone, I'm not alone,


 What I want may not be, a little less lonely with what's 
 Surrounding.

                 Keith Garrett