MASTER OF THE GUITAR


  Hammer of the God's, like a wizard, black magic 
  Possibly,

  An outfit he wears, decorated with dragons and snakes,


  Black attire, tassels hanging from that which he wears.


  Master of his guitar in hand, double neck belongs to him,


  Magician of musical sound as he dances across the stage,


  From a legendary Led Zeppelin band, he is the great Jimmy 
  Page.

  Bow in hand, he strums to Dazed and confused, mystical 
  Tunes,

  Animated with such a floor show, speed of his fingers, 
  Go Jimmy! Go.

  Master of the guitar, magnificently he plays, from 
  England, The amazing, Jimmy Page.
                               Keith Garrett

                          I'M HEADING DOWN THE ROAD!


  I get dressed In the morning and pack my bags,'

  Open the window to look outside, the rain Is nomore.

  Through the clouds' appear a ray of light, just a little,

  Wind blowing strong enough to close an open door.

   A cup of coffee to get me going, breakfast really fast,

  With my things' In my hands, I head for the car, moving 
  Along.
  Saying goodbye, leaving this place, I'm going away today,

  Nothing left In this town for a poor lonely man, I'm 
  Walking Away.
  I'm heading down the road to a place I don't know, Into 
  The Sun,
  Along the way, to me many things' of sight, driving night 
  By night.
  What's been left behind lives now only In a poor mans' 
  Mind,
  I'll be doing fine, I'll be doing fine, I'm heading down 
  The Road,
  I'm heading down the line.

  I'm heading down the road, I'll be searching for you,  
  Moving Along,
  I'm heading down the road, I'm coming for you, I'm 
  Coming.
                                      Keith Garrett

                         HAVE YOU EVER WANDERED LONELY,

                                    THROUGH THE WOODS?


 Off the road, Into the shadows' of the trees, beneath 
 The branches,
 Beneath the falling leaves, and under the sky up above.

 Very peaceful and quiet with many sounds' hidden to one,

 Who walks alone Into the woods so dark, away from home.

  Further traveled Into this secret place of creatures 
  Unseen,
  Wandering without another, not alone as would appear.

  Have you ever wandered lonely through the woods,

  Have you ever felt that It belonged only to you, have 
  You?
  A walk through the woods, dreaming as you do,

 Makes whatever you think of possible, just you In your 
 shoes.
 Do you run through the leaves or climb up a tree,

  Do you think of things' that once were or could be?

  Give out a laugh, shed a tear, no one Is around here,

  Let go of your fears, embrace nature.


                                                                                         Keith Garrett  

                                        HANGMAN


  On a dirty street, in a western town back in time,  
  The gallows,

  He is the hangman, stands always still as the shadows 
  Drift with time.

  He is everywhere, face covered always in a mask of 
  Darkness,

  Not a ruler  but he holds the authority to life and 
  Death.

  A noose hovers, it sways with the wind, waiting for 
  Those Who sin,

  You  didn't just break the law, the ultimate crime lived 
  In your mind.

  A life you did take, murder will get you a date with the 
  Hangman,

  Many years ago when life was hard on the trail, guns an 
  Every day tool.

  When a man chooses the wrong road, decisions of 
  Criminal Deeds will do him in,

  The hangman will watch as you climb the stairs, each 
  Step you will sweat.

  A choice you have made, time to pay, the hangman 
  Does have his day.
                                  Keith Garrett

                                 THE WARRIOR


  Dressed for battle, he stands ready to fight, the
  Warrior,

  Fear lives within him fore this emotion brings wisdom.


  Strong as he fights for that which he believes,


  A lonely way of life but a man makes a choice, a 
  Stand.

  A family, not In this souls' plans, born to walk alone,


  This chosen way that may haunt Is just a house of 
  Cards.

  It's not said that a bad man Is he, quietly the sun rises 
  For him,

  This path chosen, a quiet one If those choose to let It 
  Be Not a fight.

  Always ready for battle, though silently lives In the 
  Shadows,

  This wanting to be left In peace man Is a warrior on 
  His own.

                                  Keith Garrett 

                                WIND IN THE FOREST


  Wandering, walking, leaving behind this world for 
  A while,

  Letting my footsteps' take me beyond what I know, 
  Letting go.

  Deep, deep Into a land of which perhaps there's no 
  Return,

  Chances taken by a man with many fears, today I live.


  Trees so high that darkness fills the sky, can't see the 
  Light,

  Where the moon rests, not visible to these searching 
  Eyes.

  Sounds' of the forest are the only company to me,


  Speaking words to the trees, does anything listen?


  I can feel and hear the wind In the forest,


  It speaks In sound, It Is with me, It finds me.


                         Keith Garrett 

                              "TO BE REMEMBERED"

  What Is the worth of a man or woman, who 
  Will judge,
  We are born Into the world, this place we call Earth.

  Stranger's are we as to each other we first see,

  Becoming a family as we grow with the years.

  As an Individual, how do we judge ourselves In the
  Mirror of time,
  A time to be born, and as the clock ticks we have our 
  Day to be gone.
  Am I a good and decent man who shares a smile with 
  A stranger,
  A woman so kind and generous that her own pain Is 
  Not shared.
  To be remembered by those who are loved In the 
  Greatest way,
  To know that In their heart's lives a place for you 
  Always.
  We came Into this world with no promises of 
  Everlasting Friends,
  That special love was not given to us so that alone we 
  Could not live.
  Selfish are the ones who wish unhappiness to those 
  Who are happy,
   Letting go or saying goodbye Is a gesture so kind of 
  The heart.
  To be remembered for a smile, a hug, or a listening ear 
  Is of worth,
  To be judged Is not of any loved ones fore we judge 
  Ourselves with
  The truth that rests In our heart and souls, 

  To be remembered Is to be good and decent, kind 
  And generous,
  A good person, man to woman.

                                    Keith Garrett                                                

                                SURROUNDING ME


 I"m here, blind at times to what's around me, waiting 
 For myself to see,

 Sitting here at this moment, quiet with no soul to keep 
 Me company.

 Feeling lonely, but as I turn my eyes to this world, 
 Notice Do I something,

 There's much life watching me, I never listen but now I 
 Can hear.

 As what's surrounding me Is telling me something, It's 
 Talking to me,

 There stands a tree, Its' branches swinging In the wind 
  Like arms.

  Leaves falling to the ground, nature brings It to life as I 
  Hear the sound,

  The grass dances as a breeze travels on by, singing as It 
  Says goodbye.

  When I sit upon It a feeling It has, as also this friend of 
  Green feels me,

  On a shrub, a bird sits and whistles In the sun,


  Saying hello to It, as away In the sky this bird flies.


 There are bees buzzing around flowers of many colors 
  And fragrances,

  They leave me alone, I'm not alone,


  What I want may not be, a little less lonely with what's 
  Surrounding me.

                                  Keith Garrett 

                       RUNNING WITH THE WIND


  I thought there was loss, a feeling of death brought 
  To me,

  Alive, alive, two separate paths' taken, gone and we go 
  On and on.

  A prisoner, never was I, free to run through the fields' 
  Of Life,

  No chains' weighed down upon this mans' moving body 
  And soul.

  The wind not seen has a strength and power fore we know 
  It is there,

  Seen am I as the dark clouds' of rain falling, I go with 
  The Wind blowing.

  If no face had I, no body to see and judge, just a voice 
  Of Words,

  Would you think something of me, a material being valued
  more.

  Running with the wind gives me a friend which can not see 
  To judge,

  For me I do not possess an Image fore we are both blind, 
  Only running.

  Free to be, free to be me as live and breathe this man 
  Does,

  Walk with another once again but for now I'm running with 
  The wind.

                                  Keith Garrett

                    "TRYING TO FIGURE OUT YESTERDAY"


 To live In the moment, that's what we do as we take 
 Hold of today,

 The past Is nomore real, a memory, pictures In an  
  Album To recall.

  The things' we've lost and discovered In yesterday 
   Remain With us,

  Wanting Is a feeling, an emotion of this, our human 
  Nature.
  What do we have today that we did not have 
  Yesterday,
  A little more and a little less fore to figure out,  
  Don't Know Why.
  A waste of time trying to understand what's been taken 
  From a hand,
  Nothing to be gained, only loss, precious time lost In 
  Thought.

  So to the future we walk with arms' opened wide, what's 
  In Sight,

  To yesterday a goodbye as we no longer try changing the 
  Story.

  Trying to figure out yesterday when life leads us the  
   Rest Of The Way.

                                      Keith Garrett