NO THOUGHTS TODAY



 Not a poem do I write this day, not a thought 
 To display,


 I have not much to say, written words are few, 
 What can I say.


 My mind seems a bit tired, weary am I from a few 
 Years of war,


 I'm thinking but all is scrambled, trying too hard 
 Is a tiring job.


 Some projects, working in the yard will be of 
 Peace as I wonder,


 I'm sure that I will come back here and visit 
 As the day moves on.


 No thoughts today as I set my mind at ease, 
 Disappear into a quiet place,


 I need to breathe easy and take myself away but 
 I will return soon.


 No thoughts today, as you may read, I have 
 Not much to say.

               Keith Garrett

                                                                                    
             IN A WESTERN TOWN

 Walk these streets, sidewalks of wood,


 Where men wear boots, hats, and guns.


 Women wear dresses of an earlier time,


 Some of morals, others work men for a dime.


 A sheriff, a deputy, to keep peace and order,


 Jail is for those who can't follow the law.


 A school house, a church, places of good,


 Children learn lessons, a house of God.


 A saloon is a place of drink and games,


 A piano heard, upstairs, women of the night.


 In a western town there are many things,


 A stable for horses, a gunfight to end one's day,


 Once upon a time in a western town.

              Keith Garrett

                 IN A DREAM


 I saw you wandering in a dream,


 In the dark, quiet as you searched.


 Not a word spoken from your lips,


 What do you seek haunted one?


 I can't find my way back home as each night
 I roam,

 It is you who see me wandering in a dream.


 What do you search for asking one, 


 You are the dreamer who saw me wandering.


 Now tell me wanderer, who is the dreamer and who's 
 In the dream,

 Is it only I and are you the dream.


 You call me the haunted one but who is the haunted,


 Not a word from my lips but you are the sleeping 
 One.

 What is it that you seek, why can't you find your 
 Own way home,

 I do not know as sometimes i am in the dark and quiet.


               Keith Garrett

         IN THE COURSE OF A LIFETIME


 Born we are, each of us with a purpose unless 
 Altered,

 Nothing stops what we do depending on anything 
 In our way.

 We see so much with these eyes of mystery given 
 From the master,

 What about those without sight, is there a gift 
 That comes from here?

 Nothing taken for granted when you never saw 
 What You are missing,

 You now see with your heart and mind, this is 
 What challenges your time.

 We travel a thousand roads trying to choose the 
 Best way to go, we don't know,

 Decisions of intelligence, luck along the way, a 
 Prayer of hope and we may be okay,


 In the course of a lifetime, we pass each other by,     
 shake hands, laugh, and say goodbye.


                Keith Garrett

             IF I WASN'T ME


 You would not know me, my face, my name a 
 Mystery,


 The voice that becomes a stranger to you, 
 Would not be known.


 Pass me by without a thought, no emotion or  
 Care, a stare,


 There would for you be no memory of me, no 
 Late night dream.


 If I wasn't me, would you wish to see, hear, 
 Or smile at me,


 Would you be in want of a kiss without pain, 
 A touch with no scare.


 Would a second thought be a possibility if I 
 Was a different me,


 If I wasn't me, would you not forget me, would 
 I still be a something?

               Keith Garrett

             I DREAMED I WAS A COWBOY


 Dressed in jeans, a black hat and boots,


 On a horse of beautiful color, I rode.


 A ranch up high in Colorado, I dreamed,


 Working, putting up fences with cowboys.


 A long day was a good day for me,


 Up in the dark, before the roosters.


 Breakfast was early, earn your money,


 Sweat and a little fun, working in the sun.


 I dreamed I was a cowboy, riding the open land,


 The dreaming cowboy, is a hard working man.

           Keith Garrett

                                                                                          
               I AM SEVEN


 I chase butterflies and try to get moths 
 From vines,

 Model airplanes are a hobby done with my dad.


 A vegetable garden out back, chasing the 
 Icecream man,

 Coloring books and cartoons on a Saturday  
 Morning Is fine.

 A favorite cereal, lucky charms, and Frostio's, 
 A pop tart in my mind,

 Watching the Little Rascals, the three stooges, 
 Other favorite shows.

 Toaster pizzas and a glass of milk on a T.V. tray 
 On a late summer day,

 Riding my bike, through sprinklers we ran in the 
 Sun, A day for fun.

 I am seven as I would someday remember, walking 
 In the breeze, Climbing trees,

 I go to school, walk as I dream, I am a child of 
 Ninteen sixty nine, I am me.

 I run and play at recess with special friends who 
 I will soon never see again,

 My world is different when I am seven, no worries  
 Of the future, only a child's day,

 There is a magical side to my life today, what will 
 I remember of my time in a place.

                         Keith Garrett

                IN A PERFECT WORLD


 There would be no crime, no hurt filled minds,


 Not a broken heart, no sorrowful cries.


 No reason to say goodbye if no one went away 
 Or died,

 Trash on the ground would not be found.


 No hungry souls, no suffering for the old,


 Prejudice and hate would not look you in the eyes.


 No thought of murder, no wounds of war,


 Not a lie from a tongue that causes pain,


 Emotional scars would never be claimed.


 In a perfect world there would be no fear,


 Not a poisoned word heard from an ear,


 In a perfect world, heaven is the word.


           Keith Garrett

                                                                                              
                 MY HOMETOWN


 Nineteen sixty two is when my life began,

 Born in the Winter in a snowy Eastern land.

 Amesbury, Massachusetts so far from where I am,

 The past comes to visit me, memories of a man.
 
 A mother, a father, one still lives on,

 Father of a child went away while I was young.

 I think of a home, a place in the snow,

 Icicles hanging from the roof, a snowman standing
 Tall.
                                                                              
 Batman, on a small bike I did ride,

 Snow covered branches, lightning in the sky.

 Building blocks of many shapes and colors,

 A monsters head rests on my dresser, Herman 
 Was his name.
 Names I remember, where are they now,

 A best friend by the name of Donnie, it was you.

 Bonnie was his sister, Hamilton's I recall,

 Two brothers, Johnny and Jimmy, a sister I now 
 Know.
 A hill by the name of poe or pole, a dream in 
 The snow,
 Grapes on the vines, tree branches below,

  My hometown of Amesbury, so long ago.

               Keith Garrett

                 MY HOME IN A CAVE                  


 The world that I've known has been left behind, 
 Not much left,

 Destroyed by men who lead countries, those of 
 Great ignorance.

 They all wanted to rule the world, well! there's 
 Little now to rule,

 The mighty dollar is worth not much at this point 
 In time, listen why.

 We as humans took for granted a world, a life 
 Given by God, we gave up,

 Technology and discovery would be of value if 
 It was used for good and right.

 We abused it, bombs and chemicals were created 
 For power, us against them,

 Our world was being poisoned long before these  
 weapons of mass destruction were born.

 Animals being poisoned with substances that would 
 Cause an epidemic of illness,

 My home in a cave is now my only peace, Back to 
 Basics, Back to where we once were.


 I have only that which is needed to barely survive  
 in this new world created by man,

 There has not been a soul seen by me at this time,
 I'm in charge now, I make decisions.

 My home in a cave, A fire is made.  Keith Garrett