LIGHT IN THE WINDOW


  Each night as the sun goes down, darkness visits a 
  Sleepy town,

  A usual stroll through the streets brings peace 
  Before dreams.

  What's noticed from a man's eyes within the 
  Blackness Is a window,

  A dark building shows off the faint light that glows 
  From behind a shade.

  As I pass by every night along my route of walking, 
  I wonder about the light,

  Who might be there beyond the walls, surrounding 
  This One and only window?

  Always seems so quiet, could there be laughter or 
  Singing on the other side?

  Someone quietly reading a book, dreaming of what's 
  Out there in the world.

  Beyond their window, do they wonder of things that 
  Are a mystery to them,

  Is there a possible sadness that wanders around inside, 
  Who might hide.

  A name must be attached to a soul with a life, only a  
  Light In the window is seen.

                                         Keith Garrett

                           AN ALWAYS CHANGING SKY



   A light shade of gray evenly covering that which 
   Lives below,

   Clouds so heavy and thick with moisture ready to 
   Rain down.

  In the early evening as the sun fades many shades of 
  Color,

  After dark on a clear, starry night you can see forever 
  High.

  Big, white, fluffy clouds of many shapes sitting still 
  Above Your head,

  With the wind you'll see their shapes change and drift 
   Slowly away.
                                              
   Thunder and lightning visit a dark, stormy day, the sun 
    Is There

  Hiding beyond the blanket of nature, the sun still shines 
  Without sight.

  An always changing sky, never the same throughout any 
  Given day,

  The sky is always there, it is the elements that move 
  Through And change it.
                                         Keith Garrett

                               HEY THERE, MOM!


  I saw the lightly, snow covered, mountains today,


  Did you see the mountains from a different view,


  Did you see me as I walked today, I thought of you.


  I felt the wind, the trees swayed with an echoing sound,


  Were you in the trees, were you part of the cool breeze.


  Mom, I was wondering if you know that we are all here,


  Do you see us eaxh day as we live and try to find our 
  Way.

  When the rain falls are you part of that which brings 
  Life,

  Do you remember rainy days when as children we were 
  By your side.

  Hey there, mom! you are thought of many times before 
  The sun goes down,

  Did you see the sun today, mom, it still sets as once we 
  Watched together.
                         Keith Garrett

                                It's been three years, mom

                              MY NAME IS GEORGE


  I have a home, it's not like yours, there are no 
  Rooms,

  If i am to have heat then it comes from the sun.


  My bathroom rests not in one spot, it moves,


  No airconditioner have I, the coolness comes from 
  The night air.

  My shower is not always working, at times i am not 
  Clean,

  I have a bed, it is wherever i may lay.


  My refrigerator is always empty, it's a thing I do not 
  Own,

  My sink is a bucket of water or a puddle i may find.


  I own a television, it is all that I see,


  It only turns off when asleep I may be.


  There are no chairs, a sofa to rest upon,


  My windows are the world, a roof, only what's 
  Above me.

  A yard I have extends very far,


  Wherever I may be, nature is all around me.


   My name is george, do not be george.


                                        Keith Garrett         

                          I'VE BEEN THINKING


  I thought I'd call to you and talk a while,


  I'm sitting here alone, I've been thinking.


  What can I do to make this world a better place,


  Let go of anger and sometimes terrible thought's.


  Do not waste this time that I've been given,


  Smile and say hello to a passerby.


  Lend a hand to a less fortunate soul,


   Put a little trust in man, this I've been told.


  Do not take a life, be there for a friend,


  Teach a child right from wrong.


   Love as much as you can, hate is not a gift in hand,


   Do not steal or act in violence,


   I've been thinking god, I just needed you to listen.


                                        Keith Garrett

                           LAUGH DO I,

                       SOMETIMES I CRY


  It's a face that I show sometimes to not let known,


  That my hurt inside is so very real, laugh do I.


  Humor is a tool that I use for safety and to forget,


  That things taken for granted can blow away with 
  The wind.

  I tell you for certain, yes! it is that sometimes I  cry,


   Alone, inside, or out loud by the moonlight.


   Laugh do I when I witness the every day rituals of 
   Wasted lives,

   Silly and ridiculous as their time slips away.


   Oh! to be sure, sometimes I cry if punished am I for 
   To much care,

   The love given to those who can't recognize or 
   Understand.

  If laugh do I, is it because happiness is within me or 
  A funny thought,

  Or hide what is perceived as pain and maybe a 
  Heartfelt loss.

  When sometimes I cry is it due to a wonderful 
  Emotional experience,

   Or the sadness that can be seen as I walk through 
   My life,

   Laugh do I, sometimes i cry.


                         Keith Garrett

                                    LET ME PRETEND



  I am somewhere else, far away from this,



  The only sound is of birds in the trees, happily.



  The crime filled streets and sirens are not with me,



  There are no voices of thought to ruin my day, I say.



   Everything is much louder in the real world today,



   Peace seems like a rare, lost, gift that will never be 
   Again.


   Let me pretend that I am not here where there live  
   Trash And fear,


   A little bit better, just for a moment, let me pretend.


                                       Keith Garrett

                                 LISTEN!


  Close your eyes and open your mind,
  Through your ears the sounds' will work Into your 
  Thoughts.

  When the wind howls It makes a sound,
  If a branch falls' from a tree, It cracks' on the ground.


  Listen as a plane screams' across the sky,
  To the sound of laughter In a yard near by.


  What do you hear when you listen to a song,
  The sounds' of Instruments playing along?


  Do you listen when a love cries out to you?
  Possibly what hurts her, you have not a clue.


  To nature listen, It has something to say,
  Enjoy the sounds' of every day.


                                  Keith Garrett  

                             AUNT PENELOPE


  She could do such unusual things without much 
  Thought,

  Out of bottle caps, she could make a crazy hat.


  She could jump really high, almost fly,


  Close her eyes and make an apple pie.


  She could walk backwards while tying her shoes,


  Dance around a pool while reading a book.


  She could play the harp without her hands,


  Tell you the time in just about any land.


  She could watch a movie without a sound,


   Recite every line while spinning around.


  Aunt Penelope was a strange one indeed,


  At the age of one hundred and fifty three,


  Old aunt Penelope is still but a fantasy.

                        Keith Garrett

                                  ARMS OF GOD


  Outstretched, they reach far and wide, around 
  The world,


  Fierce and strong, they can crush or destroy what's 
  Needed.


  Careful and loving as they will comfort when the going 
  Is tough,


  A being so full of mystery, with power and wisdom so 
  Unknown.


  Creator of all that we know and more, arms of God will 
  Carry us home,


  Wherever you may be, within all that we see, they exist 
  To help us up.


  Touching a universe that seems to have not an ending 
  Of discovery,


The arms of God are not to be seen as they are not a 
 Fantasy or a dream.

                                  Keith Garrett