HEY! HEY! THEY WERE THE MONKEES


   Hey! hey! they were the monkees, used to be here 
   But where did they go?

   Way back in the sixties they had their own t.v. show.


  They were all pretty silly and funny, an odd bunch,
  Wouldn't you say,

  People still love to watch them, oh! yes to this very 
  Day.

  Davey was English, a short sort of a lad,


  A voice made for singing, banging the tamborine 
  that he had.

   Peter was like Harpo, quiet but funny,


   A piece of the puzzle to make them as one.


   Mike played his guitar and could really sing,


   Somewhat as the leader to all four he would bring.


  Mickey was funny, had a voice, and could play the guitar,


   Back in the past, maybe a pop star,


   Mickey Dolenz, Davey Jones, Mike Nesmith, Peter Tork.


                                Keith Garrett

                                       "LAWMAN"


  He pins on a badge, watches over his town,


  Makes his stand against outlaws of the gun.


  Saddles his horse, gun belt strapped on tight,


  Leads a possee, chases those on the run,


  A lawman is he, from sun till sun.


  Not a medal is handed for the life he will give,


  He upholds the law in his long ago town,


  Bandits and killers, he'll hunt them down.


  Lawman for the people, for those who are of good,


  He knows of his worth, he needs no reward.

                             Keith Garrett

                       A SIMPLE MIND, A HEART SO PURE


  He lived a life of dreams, the world was a strange place,


   A boy so different to others, he learned to run away.


   A simple mind, called stupid for the way he saw things,


   A girl he would befriend, under a big Oak tree they 
  Would swing.

   A simple mind, a heart so pure belonged to this 
  Thinking man,

  He saw all things in such a simple manner, a gentle soul.


  Time would take him full circle, back to where he started,


  He would love, lose, and then love again, a girl on a 
  Swing.

  A child of his own, married did he this love from 
  Childhood,

  He had everything to share, sickness would take his love 
  Away.

  A simple mind, a heart so pure would burry his wife under 
  That oaktree of before.
                                        Keith Garrett

                        A COLLECTION OF TIME



  From our first look, a picture, a baby book,


  Pictures in school, pictures in the park,


  Home movies and videos, memories of who we are.


  A collection of time, scenes and images from a life,


  A scrap book of many filled and turned pages to see,


  Photo albums created from places, times with family.


  A collection of time, pictures faded, recalled faces that 
  Change,

  All that which we hold onto, saved in boxes, dusty shelves 
  Of thoughts.

  A collection of time, memories in our minds, treasures 
  Left Behind.
                                     Keith Garrett

                            LAST NIGHT I DREAMED

  Last night I dreamed I lost a child,

  The horror, sadness, all emotions seemed so real.

   As if someone had taken him away,

   Searched did I everywhere, Oh! the pain.

   In my dream another gone, one disappearing,

  This was not real as I was dreaming.

  In my dream, I saw paper napkins floating 
  Sownstream,
  Representing the loss, them going away.

  In my dream I awoke, a dream within a dream,

  As if I now understood the full meaning.

  When I did awaken I felt relief,

  They did not die, they were not taken.

  It was truly understood, my children were now gone,

  There was some loss as they would not return.

  My children of who I loved so much were reborn into 
  The adult world,
   I'll forever miss the laughter and play of the young 
  Innocent ones.
                                         Keith Garrett

                           LEAVING IT ALL BEHIND


  I stop where I'm standing, looking around,


  What is this madness born to us all?


  Leaving my work, my home, and the things known 
  To me,

  Go away to a place up high, way back in the hills.


  There are no people of judgement to listen too,


  The loud sounds of tragedy lost in my travel.


  There is no anger or the struggle to survive,


   Out here, only nature to hear me cry.


   Leaving it all behind,


   The life that was once mine.


                                  Keith Garrett 

                                        LEFT IN A CHAIR



  A husband now gone, a lifetime spent together,



  She has a life, not young anymore but a human being.



  Everything has changed for this nice lady of an older age,



  Taken from her home where comfort was her daily friend.



  Cast aside in such ways, disregarded as a person due to 
  Aging,


  Sad as the family she raised now takes away her 
  Independence.


  From once a baby, now treated once again as a child, I 
  Watch this,


  They wait for her to go, out of greed they seem not to 
  Care,


  She sits by a back door, it seems her life is left in a
  Chair.
                                       Keith Garrett

                          LEGENDS OF THE OLD WEST

  They came from a time chosen for them,

  Became that which they were from many circumstances.

  Right or wrong, bad or good, these are the legends of 
  The old west,
  The men and women whom survived as they did.

   From Wyatt Earp to the Dalton gang, these names,

   Doc Holliday and Calamity Jane, once walked.

   Bat Mastersen, Buffalo Bill Cody, and wild Bill Hicock,

   Men of the old west, a different time and place.

   Annie Oakley, or General George Custer, another two,

   Frank and Jesse James, robbing banks and trains.

   Billy the Kid at a young age, killed a few,

   Pat Garrett the sheriff, shot him down.

  From the Alamo, they fought and died, back in time,

  Jim Bowie did fight, Davey Crockett no longer alive.

   Sitting bull and Geronimo, Cochise, Indians of stories,

   Were a different breed, lived and died as they believed,

    Legends of the old west, stories in time.

                                     Keith Garrett

                                "BOOK OF FAITH"

  I'd like to read to you a story, sit back and listen dear 
  Friend,
  This Is about a man who has lost and found things of
  Happiness.
  He Is not a wise man although at times he knows of 
  Wisdom,
  He Is not an angry man but anger lives within his spirit.

  This man walks a road of at times fear and confidence 
  Lost,
  Happiness Is that which he so much wants to hold onto 
  But there
  Are those moments when to be happy can be a struggle, 
  A search.
  He Is a man of Inner strength, he possesses no surrender,

  Will not give up,

  There are those times when weakness attacks and 
  The Battle rages.
  He holds In him close to his heart, faith that all will
   Be As It should,
  That things will turn out, God willing the way he 
  Intended.
  This man has much love In him as he did and still loves  
  But Will Again love.
  To live on his own, to live his life and again share his 
  Time With Another.
  This Is my story, this Is my book of faith told only to 
  You Dear Friend,
   Keep It with you always, may the Lord bless and watch 
   Over you,
  As your road Is traveled each and every day Into the rest 
  Of  Your life.
                   Love always,               Keith Garrett

                                    LOVE


  The sun shining down through the clouds, kissing 
  That skin,

  A touch of warmth It gives, taking away the morning 
  Chill.

  A cool Summer's breeze, whispering Into your ear, 


  Blowing through your hair, across the hills' to anywhere.


  The mountains up high so tall and wide, always watching,


   Their wonder and beauty given Is a gift to be seen.


   Dances does the ocean throughout this world of ours,


   Swaying and moving as If man and woman.


  Care and enjoyment, appreciation for that which Is before 
  You,

  May love be all of these things and everything more to a 
  Heart,

  That opens to let It all come In.

                                       Keith Garrett