100 YEARS FROM TODAY



 Yesterday, what we see as hundreds of years ago is gone,


  History it is to us, read about in books of long lost 
  Times.

  The days are always moving along, we do take for 
  Granted The morning,

  The setting sun is a most spectacular sight, heading 
   Into The night.

  Here where we stand may still be standing, another will 
  Be Standing,

 100 years from today the world that we know will have 
 Much changed.

  Just as we wonder what life was like back in a time of 
  Cowboys and pioneers,

  Tomorrow's people will also wonder and read about our 
  Time and place.

  100 years from today we will be a part of history, 
   Others will Be amazed,

  Just as we are amazed and dream of those times when the 
  World appeared to be a dream.

                               Keith Garrett

                             CHAPTERS OF LIFE


  We've all had our beginning, that place we call our 
  Hometown,

  We'll each of us have an ending, where and when we 
  Do not know.

  Everyone starts out small and grows with time,


  We age, moment by moment in our given lifetime.


  There's a book that we all own, we make the cover,


  The words are created from our every day adventure.


  Our chapters of life grow and are counted,


  With every sunrise until the last sunset.


  It's an open book of endless pages until we stop 
  Writing,

  A novel to be remembered by others.


  Who will judge the value or worth from our chapters 
  Of life,

   Many will try, there will be those who liked it, 


  Perhaps some who won't.


  In the end it will be from the spirit in the sky.


                           Keith Garrett

                                   AN ANGRY MAN


  Anger, so much mistrust for the world, he's angry,      


  That which he can'not control, bothers him so.    


  Nothing wrong with letting it out, control is what it's 
  About,

  Angry at that which has passed, let this go, an angry 
  Man knows.

  Feeling at times the universe has let him down, the 
  Fire rages,

  Inside he feels the water boil, what to do when there's 
  No place to run.

  He pounds his fists against the stone wall, thoughts of 
  Vengeance stir,

  Get even is one of many stories made from a man's 
  Angry mind.

  An angry man does not see the road clearly, thinking is 
  Altered,

  Eats him up inside, wasted energy but how is he to do it 
  Right.

  He has been wronged, he is an angry man and needs a 
  Smart plan,

  An angry man he can be, can an angry man soon find his 
  Peace?
                    Keith Garrett

                                   AN OLD MAN


 I saw an old man, standing in the sand, with cane in 
 Hand, Staring out at the horizon,

 I asked of him what his thought's were about,


  He stared at me with a sigh and a smile.


  I'm one hundred and three as I look to the sea,


   I've out-lived my wife and family.


  I've had a life, seen many wonderful things,


  Now an old man, old as the trees.


  I say old man! what is it like to be one hundred and 
  Three,

  I don't know, I only know what it's like to be me.


  I asked of him, would you wish to again be a child,


  He replied, my only wish is to again see my wife's 
  Smile.

  I asked to him an old man, what's the greatest thing you 
  Have done in such a lifetime,

  His words to me were this, I married a beautiful wife, I 
  Walked with her in the sand,

  I saw her smile, and now here I stand.


                            Keith Garrett   

                              THREE ROADS' TAKEN

  The forest, the hills,' and the desert traveled,

  These three, these men of faith will be challenged.

  Where do I go, alone will I know, asks the first 
  Seeker?
  I'll take the first road, I'll find my way to the forest.

  The way home for me will be found, we'll meet In a
  Place,
  The forest will show me many things, a search so 
  Beautiful.
  It's time for me to go, my road has been chosen,

  I'll make my way Into the hills,' these words spoken.

  We will come together once more, somewhere In 
  Time,
  Travel I will, into the quiet hills' of discovery, a road 
  Taken.
  Fore the third wandering man will journey across the 
  Desert,
  A road meant for only he, unbelievable scenes to his 
  Eyes.
  The desert will teach this alone man lessons of the 
  Heart,
  His way home will be hard fought, they will find the 
  Same Road.
  Three roads taken, three men walk a path alone,

  In the end they will stand together In the hills', the 
  Forest,
  And In the desert, these men of three will never find 
  Again
  This home but all will be as one, they will find their 
  Way Home.

                                           Keith Garrett  

                       SOUNDS' OF THE EAGLES'


  Through the years' they soar like birds',


  With their voices are sounds' of musical words'.


  They cry out to those who would hear as they play,


  The thoughts' In their minds, with a guitar they will 
  Say.

  Smiles of emotion, on their faces each one,


  All come together, apart they are none.


  They all tell a story, of their lives as they sing,


  Memories of the past, to the presence now they bring.


  Don, Glen, Joe, and Timothy,


  One, Two, Three, Four sounds' of the Eagles',


  Are what they were born to be.

                                   Keith Garrett

                                     UNSEEN


 I'm all around, sometimes I'll go away,




 In the morning, a visit, maybe at the end of your day.




  I've been known to whisper or at times a scream,




 I push through the trees, perhaps awake you from a 
 Dream.



  I may go very fast or swirl around,




  Everywhere Is where I am bound.




  Since the beginning of time, from then I was born,




  Always will I be here with an unseen form.


                                   Keith Garrett

                           MY SON SCOTT,

                          EL GATO GRANDE


  It seems just yesterday, Scotty you were called,
  Riding on my shoulders' as we walked through the town.


  My little boy has grown to such a special young man,
  Responsible are you doing all that one can.


  El' Gato Grande Is what you liked to be called,
  Back In time when you were small.


  I'm very proud to call you my son,
  Helping me out when the job needed to be done.


  The art of Kung- Fu Is now part of your life,
  Strong Inside, some wisdom to your life.


  I love you Scott, please never forget,
  In my heart Is where you'll forever be.


                  FOR YOU SCOTT,

                       LOVE DAD.  

                         A  LONER OF A MAN


  He saw the sun but when the sun went down,


  He wanted nothing more of that which was around.


  Heading for the great Colorado Rocky mountains said
  He,

  I will not be back until I see a land of eternity.


  A long time ago, this man, not many would know,


  As for the few, he treated them with kindness, they 
  Would  Not forget.

  A loner of a man, no choice to love and care, an 
  Inherited Family,

  Because he did help another kind, they took from him
  The Love In is life.

  He wanted to be alone and he learned to care, again  
  Only Pain and despair,

  A mountain man you see, he had a life, until life met 
  Eternity.
                                  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