CATCH A DREAM


 We chase, search out and run as fast as we can,


 While we sleep the greatest things can happen,


 Run do we very fast, jump so very high to touch 
 The sky.

 Jump on the rooftop, flips in the air, slow motion 
 If you please,
 Always for me money floating down a stream, a pile 
 In the street.

 Just as it is grabbed by my hand disappears does it 
 As I become awake,

 We all have been there when a monster chases us and 
 Then we are elsewhere.

 Dreams are always so mixed up, at times tiring as we 
 are in places of mystery,

Floating in the air, suddenly in a bubble, we drift  
 Onward to where nothing makes sense,


 Catch a dream, hold on tight and bring it back home 
 With you tonight, any night,

 Catch a dream, dream to be all that you hope to be, 
 Dream the pefect scene.
                        Keith Garrett

                                                                                
             HAPPY FATHERS' DAY,

                    DAD

                                                                                                    


 I think of you often, memories are great,




 Remember when they weren't memories but real?




 Wow! Dad, you left and went away so many Fathers' 
 Days ago,



 Part of me went with you back when I was a child 
 At only seven.



 You have been loved forever, If this time on Earth 
 Is how you're measured,



 Another Fathers' Day, Dad, a most happy one to you,
 Peace always.
                  Love you, Dad
                      Keith

                                                                                           
              BETWEEN THE TREES


 From the road I step beyond, into another world,


 Peaceful beauty is waiting as my morning begins.


 No one here but me and whatever lives between the 
 Trees,

 Listen to the birds high above, what types sing 
 Different songs?

 I step into the darkened forest with my feet 
 Crunching The aged leaves,

 Quiet sounds are everywhere, things not seen, look 
 Close as they are to be.

 Shadows move with the swaying branches just as they 
 move with time,

 Between the trees there is a most colorful, landscape 
 To take in, follow me.

 There is life here that has stood for many 
 Generations beyond history,

 Between the trees so many men and women have dreamed, 
 All things seen
                   Keith Garrett

                                                                                  
          ALIVE ON THE INSIDE


 There was a time when as a small boy I ran 
 And played like others,

 Reading books was my every day thing, I 
 Remember a child's life.

 Something was happening to me but I was scared 
 And hoped it would fade,

 A shaky hand turned Into a life that would become 
 A hell not for any man.

 Slowly as I age, and young still I decay In my mind, 
 My body does not function,

 Control of my soul Is not mine as this horrible 
 Monster conquers what is mine.

 I do not realize that time goes by In the length of 
 So many years as I am dead but alive,

 My existence Is known and seen by strangers and a  
 Mother but no! not me.

 I'm alive on the Inside but they think I've gone 
 Far, far, away, I have something to say,


 If what Is hell could be worse than where I am then  
 I should not complain about my pain.


 I want them to know that I am alive Inside, I am a  
 Person that has only died on the outside,
                                                                             
 I am alive!  I am alive!.

                  Keith Garrett

                                                                                                          
              BUILD ME A HOUSE




 A place of dreams, I need your help to build 
 Me a house,

 This house is to be of strength and hope, power 
 Of love.

 Built to withstand the forces of nature, it will 
 Contain no hate,

 Let the anger remain outside this fence, enter with 
 Just one face.

 Build me a house of togetherness, my place of 
 Peace shall begin,

 My house will be of reality fore there is no fantasy
 But in the mind.

 Build me a house of safety where I am at ease feeling 
 Free,

                                                                          
 Beautiful surroundings of natures greenery and life.


 A great pool of water where I can get lost inside,


 built for myself a wonderful place of music to escape,


                                                                                 
 Build me a house of happiness for all eternity.


                  Keith Garrett

             A PAGE FROM YESTERDAY


 Memories, a window to our past, pictures of 
 Special times,
 Friends' we once knew, where are they now, 
 Somewhere.

 There are those no longer among us, their 
 Story is written,
 A book closed, put away on a shelf but forever 
 Cherished.
 We thought as children that life was magic 
 And wishes,
 Teenagers having fun trying to figure out 
 Where we were going.

 We were fortunate to have been given such 
 Friends back in time,
 Lucky If we are still blessed with their presence 
 Today.

 We take a page from yesterday, off comes that 
 Book from its place,
 Remember that friend In our heart that never  
 Disappears, that face.

 A voice that was once heard, a smile, now an echo, 
 Forever a thought,
 Well! today some of those faces, those voices, 
 And a smile remembered
 Are here to share a night, a memory and a page 
 Again written, a book.
                       Keith Garrett  

                  STRENGTH


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


 It Is knonwn 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 
 Kowledge 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

                 MR. FITSCHU


 A fictional character from back in time,


 On a planet of giants, no peace could he find.


 Running for his life as everything was an 
 Adventure,

 Not a task was small, each day was like forever.


 What seemed  like a nightmare was reality for him,


 They were not monsters, in fact, human just as he.


 Not friendly as they would not understand this,


 A freak to be put in a cage, laughed at, a prisoner.


 Mr. Fitschu would forever be running for his life,


 Always watching, in the land of the giants.

                   Keith Garrett

                   MY FIGHT


 I sit at night and realize the fight,

 For which I have In my sight.

 To have my children at my side,

 I will have to sacrifice each day and night.

 If I am to win my fight,

 I will have to make things' right.

 Why Is It that I sit at night,

 To think about the fight In sight?

 I wish that I could sleep at night,

 Instead of thinking about my fight.

 When I think about my children tonight,

 Then I know my fight Is right.

 When my children are at my side,

 Then It's time to end my fight.

      For my children,

 Sean Christopher Garrett 7 yrs.
 Scott Ryan Garrett       4 yrs.
 Sarah Renee Garrett      2 yrs.


 I love you, Dad

                                                                                         
   Keith Garrett      1998

                                                                                   
                  "JONATHAN"

 Jealousy for a young girl would soon turn 
 To grief,
 Wishing selfishly that her newborn brother 
 Would never be.
 Through coincidence and reasons only God knows, 
 A brother dies,
 Believing in her heart and mind that her bad
 Thoughts are to blame,
 She travels far, high upon a mountain where closer
 To god she might be.
 Tired, so very tired as she lays herself down upon 
 The mountain ground,
 Before she sleeps, a prayer she makes to God for  
 Her brother's life in place of her own. 
 When the morning light shines this child awakes  
  Covered in warmth and a man with a smile,
 Where did he come from as he asks how she slept 
 And a bowl of hot porridge offered to her.
 He asks of her journey there, he is a most unusual 
 Sort of man who appears to possess much wisdom,
 She speaks of her conversation with God as he listens  
 With a look of great understanding.
 "What is your name she asks" I am Jonathan! this is  
 My mountain and you are far from home,                              
 I wanted to be as high as possible so that God would  
 Hear me when I said I was sorry.
 Listen child! It's not your fault, he has made   
 His decision, your brother with him, you with your
 Family,
 Was this a miracle that a father found his daughter   
 high on a mountain, was he shown the way,
 Where was Jonathan, was he an angel?  she shared  
 time with him, never again was he seen.


           Keith Garrett