"I DREAMED I WAS A CHILD"


  There was a place, there was a child, was It real, why 
  Was he crying?

  A street, a neighborhood, a school where laughter lived, 
  Clowns on a wall.

  Duck, duck, goose and a circle of friends,' round and 
   Round, They ran,

  A boy named grover, swingsets and a dream, I walk 
  There It seems.

  A small boy, lonely In his thoughts, a dreamer of things
  Not To be thought,

  Monsters under the bed, who peeks In his window, above 
  His Frightened head.

  I dreamed I was a child but who Is It to be, a fathers' 
  Son From yesterday,

  A child trapped In a place that does not let go, cartoons 
  And Sounds of planes.

  Reality was but a moment, childhood Innocence and 
  Magic Slips away,

  Where were you little girl when my October drifted Into 
  Eternity.

  Imagination and Icecream trucks playing musical tunes 
  For a dime,

  Warm Summer days lost In a mans' child dreaming eyes.


  It rests In cobwebs, It quietly waits for my return,


  A place hidden from my mind, It watches, It knows what I 
  Have seen.
                                            Keith Garrett 

                             "FOR THIS LIFE"


  From a breath first taken, this Is my life,


  What has been a gift has come with scars of sacrifice.


  We have a life, our roads chosen take us In unknown 
  Directions,

  For this life we accept the mystery and wonder.


  They live and breathe from here and there just the 
  Same,

  Many to us are stranger's, walking with names.


  For this life she smiles at the morning's light,


   A tear In her heart but she does not cry.


  He has many dreams to Imagine as hope still survives,


  He moves with the wind, he feels Inside, for this life.


  You are passion and energy combined,


  In constant motion It Is you whom lives for this life.


                                Keith Garrett 

                                        FLOATING


  I stand, not on the ground but from where I am 
  I can not stand,

  From so far In the sky, I fly, fly without wings' within 
  The clouds.

  There's no feeling above me, as below, no solid 
  Ground to touch,

  Living things' of few roam this land, large as It seems 
  Never ending.

  Down, down so fast, but a feeling of weightlessness as 
  If a feather,

  Falling, falling from where I flew, where once this 
  Man stood.

  Closer and closer I can with my eyes, see life waiting 
  For me,

  Back to where I once stood, down from where I once 
  Stood.

  For only minutes but what seems like forever, a dream,


  Floating, merely floating down, back to my reality.


                                       Keith Garrett

                         " I OFFER NO SURRENDER"


  You sit there princess, on the shore, watching,


  Passing by under a full moon, am I too far to touch.


  The sea Is calm, quietly my boat sails' on by,


  Distant are you, away from me you stay, I wait.


  Circle your world as my search does not end,


  I offer no surrender, I fight through the dark of nights'.


  Here you sit, an Image of Inner beauty so fine,


  My eyes can only see what a heart lets' It see, beauty.


                                 Keith Garrett 

                                      GUN IN HAND



  This world has changed but some things never do,



  Just as the pioneers did and all life and lands before,



  We live today in a much scarier world, gun in hand.



  Weapons from the beginning of man, it is how we live,



  Protect ourselves from the fear, what we can not see.



  Paranoia and the unknown live with us in our homes,



  If not a gun in hand, then always a thought, living as 
  Though.


  In different ways we do, we all manage in such a way,



  Our own gun in hand, in this land, in which we stand.

                                             Keith Garrett

                                         1969


   I was a child in 1969, I had not a clue of the world,


   I knew of certain things, those of which I lived through.


   Riding my bike and a deadly Halloween night, that's 
   Right,

  I remember all that I did as a kid, a lifetime ago and a 
  Family.

  Vietnam was a reality and I was protected by my childish 
  World,

  Butch Cassidy and the Sundance kid, Clint Eastwood was 
  The man.

   Raindrops keep falling on my head, Simon and Garfunkel 
   Were grand,

   Scooby Doo and all of the colorful cartoons that I knew, I 
   Think of you.

  Baseball with the miracle mets, Bill Russell, and the 
  Champion Celtics,

  Joe Namath with his Guarantee, the Jets beat the Colts, 
  Charles Manson, And history.

  The Innocence of the Brady Bunch, walk on the moon, 
  Led Zeppelin and a tune,

  1969 was the year when love and innocence were mixed 
   With My day.

                              Keith Garrett

                                   1943 NICKEL


  A nickel I came upon, old is its age,


  Dirty and worn, 1943 had a name.


  When it was made, which first pocket did hold,


  A celebrity of movies or a farmer tired at night.


  Could it have been the great Joe Dimaggio, 


  As time went by, possibly a singer or olympian.


  A little boy had a nickel in his pocket, grew did he,


  A famous writer he became, a 1943 nickel, where could 
  It be?

  Beyond seventy years this silver looking coin has 
  Traveled,

  Today it rests with me, who held onto it in 1943?

      Keith Garrett

                                 FACES OF CLOWNS'


  Disguises are worn, they hide a world of fear,


  Hidden with colors' of false smiles or frozen frowns'.


  We laugh and we dance, juggle our thoughts' and
  Emotions,

  Our world Is a cage, a circus of freaks' and 
  Entertainment.

  We challenge our own mortality, on a high wire we dance,


  Shot through a cannon to where we may land, life In 
  Hand.

  Faces of clowns', dressed In costumes, they seem secure,


  Acts put on for children, are they not the young that  
  Have Tears.

  We dress In our own costumes, put on a face that we
  Choose,

  Is what appears' real only a magicians' magic, a trick of 
  Sorts.

  Whatever expression we wear, whatever makeup we're  
  Made Of,

  Faces of clowns', we all live with faces of clowns'.


                                 Keith Garrett                                                        

                                  A WORLD OF SICKNESS

  As the world grows older we see that with it the 
  World grows crowded,

  So many people cover the lands stretching far and  
  Wide, The world does not grow,

  This is a beautiful place that has been given to us all 
  But Together we are losing.

  Survival may be harder than it was hundreds of years 
  Ago As we can not sleep wherever,

  We can't just wake from sleep and shoot our breakfast, 
  The creek is not always there.

  To camp beneath any given tree is now frowned upon as 
   Our Society changes towards the rich,

  Desperation and anger are greater than ever before, this  
  We Hear each day from words spoken.

  Protests over many issues that do not change, only the 
  Mistrust For those high above, grow,

  Deceived daily are we, sometimes by the people we may 
  Know But Scarier those who control.

   Lies, broken promises, pay-offs from hand to hand, 
   Between Powerful people and government man,

  The fight to own but in the end they'll take from you 
   Your Home, We are violated as they spy, fear grows.

  A world of sickness lives as we struggle to keep our health 
   And Sanity, Never ending traffic brings hell,

   A world of sickness forever grows, because the more  
   Human Form, the bigger The tumor becomes strong.

                              AND THEN THERE WERE NONE



   A fight for survival, mans quest for power to rule,



   Fear and ignorance but money will be the tool.



  Inventors of destruction, builders of a  force,



  The enemy is our brother, traitor to the land.



   Which side are we on, who is on our side,



   Conflict and hatred, how many must have to die?



   And then there were none, not much left to say,



   Put the bombs away, we may have another day.


                             Keith Garrett