MANY FEELINGS' OF SPRING


 As slowly the days' get longer and the cold 
 Travels away,

 A change of seasons' comes Into our day.


 Out comes the sun as earlier It shines,


 The blooming of flowers enters our minds.


 No more frost or the freezing of night,


 The song of the birds, a tune that Is nice.


 The shadows appear but much later In the day,


 Darkness does not visit, away longer It stays.


 On the trees and shrubs new growth will appear,


 It's time to awake fore Springtime Is here.


 On the mountains the snow melts Into water 
 Running down,

 Wild life returns, we hear many a sound.


 Look around to what this time brings,


 The things that we see tell us this Is Spring.

                                                                                    Keith Garrett

            A VISIT INTO YESTERDAY

 As I couldn't seem to believe I was really there  
 Where at a time a ten year old boy

 Without so many worries ran and played, a dreamer 
 Who was much afraid.
 Saturday, August thirty first, two thousand and 
 Thirteen I once again stepped
 Onto that school ground and thought of all that  
 Used to be and faces hard to see. 
 With the wind as my eyes searched around a long 
 Lost laughter, invisible sounds,
 Remember the grassy playground? today I imagined   
 The ghosts that did in fact play.
 Watched did I those memories of a yesterday, the 
 Trees are much bigger.
 There was one that I use to sit under and read 
 Books with some friends,
 It still stands, much older though, shadows of 
 Us sitting there, now older am I.
 Many changes there are as change is in 
 Everything, today I changed,
 We said goodbye and began slowly away as I 
 Looked at houses of old.
 Bret Olsen, Mike Keefe, and Brad Gribble's, 
 Houses I remember.
 Ron Laufercade, Lori Prichard, Neil Haynes, 
 Houses were filled with ghosts.
 Others are a bit faded in my mind, heading for 
 Esperanza to see what we find.
 Pulling up in front of a school, a place of so 
 Many thoughts and memories.
 In the heat of the day we took pictures of a 
 Long ago yesterday.
 One last stop beyond where once a donut shop 
 Stood, Winchell's.
 Past the park with the tennis courts, around the 
 Corner of Cordova street.
 A picture of a house, a memory, Kim Gilbert's, a 
 Memory that rests with me.
                          Keith Garrett            

                                                                                           
                "BUTTERFLY"


 I can see in your eyes, oh! Butterfly, how 
 Is it you fly,


 Colors of bright fly in the sky, Spring is 
 Your moment.


 The warm season sets you free, you belong 
 To no one,


 Butterfly in the sky, you travel a great 
 Distance, floating,


 Do you know who I am as you drift on by, 
 Peering into my eyes.


 You are a butterfly, small and quiet, not 
 Long is your life,


 Dare to fly, disappear before the night time, 
 Where do you fly.


 I saw into your eyes as you did see mine, more 
 Than a butterfly,


 Fly Butterfly, fly beyond the night to where 
 One day everything meets.

              Keith Garrett

                                                                                  
              ALONE IN THE DARK


 Everyone Is gone, I look around, silence               
 Is the sound,

 Where did they go, I do not know, I am 
 Somehow alone.

 A campsite of darkness Is a fun and peaceful 
 Place,

 A warm fire, friends, and laughter will liven 
 Up the night.

 What a difference It makes when you're alone 
 In the dark,

 The lonely quiet that accompany's a fear that 
 Something is there.

 There are two parts, different views on being 
 Alone in the dark,

 Peace and time by yourself to breathe and think 
 Can be great.

 Wondering what's a danger or the silent dark 
 That scares a man,

 Fear of the unknown, afraid of being alone, 
 Alone in the dark.

                 Keith Garrett  

                   A WHISPER


 A soft blowing breeze, Invisible to the eye,


 Hear It In your ear, listen to the whisper.


 The sun rises, day breaks slowly,


 Light replaces the dark, the morning whispers.


 The kiss from a beautiful woman on your neck,


 Warm and soft, gentle as a whisper, a whisper.


 A smile shown to you, bright but quiet, silent,


 Like a whisper Is breath not seen but heard.


 A whisper Is love slightly heard but understood,


 A whisper Is real, a whisper Is words between two.


              Keith Garrett

              " A WISH FOR YOU"

 If dreams could come true then I would 
 Dream of you,

 A rainbow might appear In the sky, If so 
 I would climb so high.

 On green, green grass If a four leaf clover 
 Were to be real,

 Give It to you with a thought that magic was 
 A woman dancing

 On a cloud, drifting with the wind, somewhere 
 In a wonderland.

 About a lamp of magic, a story for a young 
 Imagining child,

 Bags of gold and treasure chests, pirates 
 In tales of old.

 A kiss from a prince to awaken a sleeping 
 Beauty is of love,

 Walking In the moonlight, on a sandy beach, 
 Can be romantic.

 A wish for you of never ending happiness Is 
 Of hope and faith,

 My wish for you Is all of lifes wonderful 
 Gifts and smiles.

              Keith Garrett

             A VISIT INTO YESTERDAY
   Keith Garrett

 A drive in miles not so far as the journey
 Through time,
 This trip I took with a friend, to Yorba Linda 
 On a hot, humid, day.
 Down the road, a boulevard with the same name 
 As a city I once lived,
 Around the corner, closer a school where ghosts 
 Of friends now walk.
 The gates were open, emotions filled the soul of 
 A man for another moment a boy.
 We walked the grounds where friends no longer 
 Speak or laugh, Quiet all around,
 Down the street and around another corner,   
 Amberdale To Fernglen drive, back home,
 Out from the car we step, hot and humid but here 
 We stand in front of our childhood.

 As the years pass it's a little hard to recall  
 Who lived in what house, So many friends friends,

 Staring at my old house as a picture is taken, 
 Seen from my eyes is a family inside, no more mine.

 Bryan Martin's house, my old friend, a friend far  
 Far from there as I stand and freeze a thought, 
 A picture,
 A house from nineteen seventy two, I remember you, 
 The things we would do.
 I  stood there in spots where once my feet walked,  
 The face of a house where a family

 Forty nine years gone, the Darcy's, a friend  
 Standing by my side who also once lived inside.

 Up and down many streets where young girls and 
 boys Once played and dreamed,
 Above it all, over a hill, we traveled closer to a  
 Playground, a school where children

 Once upon a time sat in classrooms to learn and  
 Listen about the world we would see.           

                                                                                                         
              A VIEW WORTH SEEING



                                                                                
 Fortunate if you are to see throught the 
 Darkness,

 For granted do not take the gift of light, 
 Always night.

 Scenes and visions from the mind are  
 Wonderful At times,

 To open your eyes and nothing rests in your 
 Sight, A fright.

 A view worth seeing comes to the grateful eyes 
 Day or night,

 The morning light with the birds beautiful in 
 Your sight.

 Wherever you go a picture of color awaits, 
 Always changing,

 Each day a different view, open your eyes to 
 A view worth seeing.
                                                                              Keith Garrett

           A FATHER, A WIFE, AND YOU


 Wondering why my hurt Is so much, let 
 Me tell you,

 Once upon a time this man was a boy, a boy 
 With a dad.

 Father left and went away, no goodbyes, 
 No parades,

 My love for him was very real, now just a 
 Dream, A dream.

 Once together, a wife had I, a family of five 
 Once upon a time,

 Never Imagined that It could end, just a 
 Dreamer to have been.

 Now there Is you, so what can this much In 
 Love man do,

 You're here and there but are you anywhere, 
 For me anywhere?

 A father, a wife, and you, two are lost, Is 
 There still for me, You?

                                                                               Keith Garrett

                                                                                                     
               A HEARTBEAT



 Listen to my heartbeat, thump, thump, 
 It beats,


 Blood runs through it, listen to me as I 
 Breathe.


 A heartbeat means life, It beats fast or 
 Slow,


 Thump, thump, it goes, a heartbeat that 
 Slowly grows old.


 It speaks of who I am, only one of a kind,



 Listen, thump, thump, with a hand to my chest 
 Feel as I am alive.


 A heartbeat lets us know that this moment is 
 Still ours,


 Hear it pound, listen to its beautiful sound.



 Thump, thump, thump, thump, one beat at a time,



 A heartbeat so precious, thump as it beats one 
 More time.

              Keith Garrett