YEARBOOKS


 Forty six years old, dust and cobwebs, they 
 Waited for me,

 These books I remember during my years at a 
 long ago school.

 Bernardo Yorba is where I made my journey on an 
 Early morning cruise,

 When I saw those yearbooks, what memories they 
 Brought to me.

 When I opened those yearbooks there was before my 
 Eyes, yesterday,

 Turning the pages showed me many ghosts of friends, 
 Images from the past.

 I picture them moving along across the school campus, 
 Laughing as once before,

 The sounds of those school days I can hear in my head, 
 Looking through books.

 Action shots from our years at a school, Bernardo Yorba, 
 A little fun back then,

 Pictures of teachers, some are gone now, their voices 
 Echo through yearbooks.

         Keith Garrett

                THESE THINGS' I DREAM


 Within myself, thinking of  a place In another 
 Reality,



 What lies around me may be a different 
 Consciousness.



 This state of mind as I am not awake, floating, 
 floating,



 I see a world like never have I Imagined before,
 I see.



 Visions' sent to my brain, pictures of stories past 
 Or future,



 These things' I dream, a mystery from an eternity.


                                                                               
 Keith Garrett                

                 IMAGINE THIS!


 Take a moment and Imagine this! love so real,


 A most special love, only to a woman who can't
 Be.

 Think of a world where pain and sorrow are only a
 Myth,

 Where laughter and smiles wake you to each sunrise.


 What If hunger and sickness were but a childs' 
 Nightmare,

 Selfishness and hate were a demon caged In a place
 Of nomore.

 Could love be forever as the moon shows Its' face In 
 The sky,

 Ask this beyond the sky to where heaven lies, Is all 
 Possible.

 Imagine this! Is a kiss just a kiss, to the blind 
 Hearted only this,

 To eyes that meet anothers,' a connection may 
 Forever exist.

 Imagine this! If dreams' and wishes came true, I 
 Dream of you,

 Your special wish would come true, Imagine this!


               Keith Garrett    

           DO YOU KNOW THESE PEOPLE?


 They are shadows of friends' long since gone,


 They are men and women, friendly or not, they are,


 They stand there co- workers', strangers' not 
 Yet known,

 Husbands' wives, boyfriends' or girlfriends' past 
 And present.

 A chance there's a brother, sister missed for 
 some time,

 Ghosts' from memories of a long time ago, friend
 Or foe.

 A mother or father, one for a while missed, the 
 Other forever,

 Once stood where you could see, now shadows In 
 eternity.

 Do you know these people, can you recognize 
 Their faces,

 From different times and different places.


                                                                                
         Keith Garrett                       

                WORDS' OF SADNESS


 Goodbye from the lips' of a woman loved deep
 Inside,

 I miss you, I miss you, Is a heart felt cry, 
 I die.

 Hate Is a word so strong that It sickens' the 
 Soul,

 Death has a sound, an ending all of Its' own.


 Lost and sought but never again to be found,


 Words' of pain, these words' of sadness.


 Remembering love, remember It well, a word,


 Letters' of words' of sadness, sad but true.


 Are names but words' remembered but wished 
 Forgotten,

 Wanting and regret rest In the spirit of a saddened 
 Man.

 May words' of sadness turn to those of lessons,


 May sadness fade Into words' of a happier today.


          Keith Garrett              

                   INTO THE WOODS


 Leave behind the concrete jungle and every day 
 Expectations,

 Step out of your work shoes and Into another 
 Frame of mind.

 Away from the pain and sorrow of what a love 
 Destroys,

 Your heart and mind, leave far behind.


 Walk your feet Into a world of darkness,


 Hearing only the crunch of what's beneath you.


 No stress or the fast pace of It all,


 Only trees that watch as you pass by them all.


 Where all Is quiet except creatures that stir,


 This Is a different world where you will not be 
 Heard.

 No worries or crying over what's out there,


 Into the woods, alone I am there.


                                                                                              
 Keith Garrett  

                                                                                     
          I AM NOT A RICH MAN

                                                                                           
             BUT RICH I AM


 I do not own a home or a treasure chest of gold,


 Stocks and bonds are few, diamonds are a little too.


 I am not a rich man as calculated by statistics and 
 Daily man,

 A special car or a vacation home does not show of 
 My value.

 I am not a rich man, estimated by paper money or 
 material things,

 But rich I am, If life is valued in a simple way, 
 Just a regular day.

 These things are free but of gold bars to me, listen 
 To what makes a rich man,

 If love is in your day then rich you are in a most 
 Special way.

 I can walk and see with my every day, I breathe freely,
 I'm okay,

 A roof over my head, clothes on my back, never to bed 
 Am I hungry.

 So much can cost money, beauty, staying healthy, a 
 song you sing is free,

 but rich I am, with that which is mine and my thoughts
 Every day.

                  Keith Garrett

                FOR THIS LIFE


 From a breath first taken, this is my life,


 What has been a gift comes with scars of sacrifice.


 We have a life, our roads chosen take us in unknown 
 Directions,

 For this life we accept the mystery and wonder.


 They live and breathe from here and there just the 
 Same,

 Many to us are strangers, walking with names.


 For this life she smiles at the morning's light,


 A tear in her heart but she does not cry.


 He has many dreams to Imagine as hope still 
 survives,

 He moves with the wind, he feels inside, for this
 Life.

 You are passion and energy combined,


 In constant motion it is you who lives for this life.


                 Keith Garrett

               FROM A LONG TIME AGO


 I lived lifetimes ago on farmland worked with hands,
 A mans hands,
 A family we were, my wife, children, and animals for
 Pets, back in time.
 Possibly I went by the name of Sam, a man of principles, 
 Of beliefs,
 My children may have been raised to believe in the lord, 
 Too respect.
 If a wife I did have then she might have been a beautiful
 Woman,
 She would have been a great cook and a fine and decent 
 Person.
 Imagine there would have been much love in our home,

 Working hard from sunrise till sunset would have been 
 This family.
 Friends and neighbors with names now vanished into a 
 Memory,
 A town that may have existed but no longer alive, a 
 Long time ago.
 I may have been known as Sam from a long time ago, 
 Maybe so,
 Land I may have owned and worked my fingers to the bone.

 It's possible this man of beliefs had a family that 
 He loved so much,
 I could have had children of whom grew up and had 
 Families too.
 To a man named Sam who may have lived a long time ago,

 Who may have lived with a loving wife, children, and 
 Had many
 Caring and good friends, If I had known you from a 
 Long time ago.

               Keith Garrett

                                                                                      
                 CAVE OF DARKNESS


 Have you ever been In a cave, was It light 
 Wandering in,

 Did you venture further Into the dark, cold, 
 Wondering?

 How far In do you think this cave of darkness 
 Really goes,

 Caves exist all over the world, many different 
 and unusual types.

 Bears are known to be a common visitor as well 
 As other animals,

 Who can say how long these caves have been there 
 And what stories.

 Maybe things of treasure have been buried and rest 
 In there for centuries,

 Are there those lost for such a long time now a 
 Part of every caves darkness?

 Many have explored and searched for hidden valuables 
 Throughout time,

 How many were lost, those who walked out were and are 
 The fortunate ones,

 A cave of darkness, mystery and adventure.


             Keith Garrett