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

                                                                                               
                   THE BULLY                   


 He has a name, lives does he in a neighborhood, 
 Maybe yours,

 You have met him before, perhaps a lifetime ago in school, 
 He still lives.

 He knows of many people and he'll meet many more, not a 
 Friend is he,

 I saw him once before, not in a dream but in my  
 childhood reality.        

 More than one time did I meet him, he thought he was 
 Special as

 He followed me through my younger days or waited for me 
 To get to school.

 He never goes away fore he is the cowardly bully who 
 Waits every day,
 Always seeking out the weak, scared, and usually the 
 Peaceful one.

 The bully torments until his weakness and cowardly ways 
 Are found out,

 Although he will lose his power, again he is born with 
 Another face.

 I still to this day see the bully and he has many faces 
 Of ugliness,

 He can no longer touch me, He knows i'm not afraid.


 The bully goes to far and each day he disappears.

                                 Keith Garrett

                     SWORD AND GUN



 More than a century ago, a man lived and roamed,



 He was of both good and bad as life was hard in his land.



 He traveled alone, no family to call his own, who was he,



 On a mission of some kind, something needed to be changed.



 To prove he was of a descent kind, not on the wrong side 
 Of things,


 Go to war against those who were of evil against a  
 Certain Law.


 Dressed was he ready for the fight, a poncho, sword and 
 Gun At his side,


 From a long time before, he was the master gunfighter, 
 Today

                                     Keith Garrett

                                                                                                       
                FACE OF THUNDER



 Appears with many a storm, it is not seen,




 Growls, lets out an echoing roar from above.




 Not a soft voice as it screeches out with anger,




 Picture a face with mouth open wide, fiery eyes.




 Traveling around, town to town, a booming sound,




 Listen for the rumble, a face of thunder.


                     Keith Garrett

                                                                                                  
                 FROM THE BALCONY



 I see the trees standing in the sky,


 The cars go by as I watch from high.


 Walking people going here and there,


 Sometimes I wonder if they're happy or in pain.


 Do I really care when from the balcony I stare,


 Without a name, to me, they are not there.


 The wind I feel as I am looking everywhere,


 The sky is hazy, a quiet moment is where I am.


 From inside I watch through the window,


 The balcony is there, quietly I don't really care 
 What is out there.
                       Keith Garrett

                    DAWN TO DUSK


 I say good night to you, my love and then I dream 
 Of you,

 Until another day arrives and life begins anew.


 I say good morning in the dawn and greet you with a 
 Smile,

 Too thank you for the many ways you make the world 
 Worth While.

 Your ever soft and soothing words that calm my wildest 
 Fears,

 Your fond, forgiving nature when I bring you only tears.


 The happy songs you sing to me with courage in your heart,


 And your endearing letters when we have to be apart.


 You are my hope and vision and my faithful, guiding 
 Light,

 In every bright good morning, love, and every sweet  
 Good Night.

                 Leon Russell Garrett

                       MY FATHER

                   BENEATH AN APPLE TREE


 Fall has come to visit once again, watch the 
 Leaves float down,

 The air changes here in this place, this place of 
 Change over years.

 One thing that stands still here among change is an 
 Older apple tree,

 What stories it would tell if only it could speak the 
 Words of man.

 Beneath this old apple tree, rests in a grave a man 
 Who once lived,

 Let's say his name was Ben, who was he, so many years 
 Before he was.

 Ben was a family man with a wife and children on a 
 Small farm,

 A good life as he along with his family did age just 
 As the apple tree did.

 Ben one day went away, the apple tree stayed, it has  
 Aged Until this day,

 Beneath an apple tree lies the body, the remains of  
 A man, A memory.

 Watched over and time spent, always, a man and a  
 Tree, Together they be.

                           Keith Garrett

                 GHOSTS ARE WHERE?


 I believe in ghosts, spirits that are here among us,


 Do they wander all around us as we live and sleep?


 Sit at the edge of our beds talking to us while we dream,


 Are they angry or sad, happy with smiles that last 
 Forever?

 Are there mean and evil ones that cause us pain while 
 We sleep?

 Maybe the unexplained events in our land are because of 
 Them?

 I think we have ghosts among us from many different 
 Centuries,
 Possibly they visit a world they can never again live in, 
 Missing.

 Do they trap themselves in a world where they no longer 
 Belong,

 Afraid to move on to a new world, scared as they are not 
 Quite sure.

 Ghosts are where? forever they wander between what we 
 Can not see.
                              Keith Garrett

                                                                                             
                 GREATNESS IN THE EIGHTIES



 What a team, a very special and amazing group of men,

 Seems like just yesterday they were here now a memory 
 So fine.
 They were the Lakers with quickness and speed,

 Down the floor they would run, no one like them could 
 There be.
 They could pass the ball with such finesse,

 Wizards of the court when they were at their best.

 Something special each one would have to give,

 Together they were an orchestra, like music so fine.

 Destroy their opponent each battle they would do,

 These talented sportsmen to the world all knew.

 Magic their leader, on the floor there was nothing he 
 Couldn't do,
 A man called big game James, as fast and quick with the 
 Things he could do.
 One they called Cooper for his Coop-a-loop,

 Beside him, there was Byron who could shoot the ball too,

 Don't forget A.C. Green who fought for his dream.

 Of course in the middle,  now in the  hall of fame,

 King Kareem was their giant with his hook so mean.

 Let's not forget Superman, Kurt Rambis a big part,

 Who fought for his team with such a great heart.

 Los Angeles Lakers,

 Greatness in the eighties.  Keith Garrett

                                                                                                  
                    BOYS FROM LIVERP00L


 From out of England these four were born,

 Back some years ago is what we know.

 In Liverpool, they started on their road to fame,

 They were called the Beatles, remember their name.
                                                                                         
 To sing of love to sing of pain,

 Talented were they, from their hearts they would play.

 Known as the fab four, innocent were their smiles,

 These young men of British descent would be with us for
 A while.
 By the name of Paul, on the guitar, he could play,

 With the voice of words, his thoughts he would say.

 John he was called, to the world he was known,

 With his written words and guitar, he would go far.

 Quiet was George, with a smile so bright,

 Oh! could he sing and pick the guitar strings.

 On his drums, he would hammer and bang as he felt,

 Named Ringo like no other but all four were like 
 brothers.
 Paul McCartney, Ringo Starr, George Harrison, John 
 Lennon.
          Keith Garrett