" 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 jugement 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  

                A CHANCE TO SEE


 A chance to see fore never have I been able 
 to walk in light,

 A chance to watch the sunrise as never before 
 Seen but dreamed.

 A chance to see the trees sway in the wind as 
 the wind never seen,

 A chance too see the mountains that I never 
 Thought a reality.

 A chance to see the clouds so big in the sky, 
 Drifting slowly by,

 A chance to see the waves in the ocean only 
 Heard through time.

 A chance to walk without a cane, to be free, 
 Walk, and see,

 A chance to see a smiling face that might 
 Smile back at me.

 A chance to see all the things that I have 
 Always dreamed,

 A chance to see what's never been before 
 these eyes,

 A chance, a chance, to see what is in front of me.


             Keith Garrett

                                                                                            
            A CHAMPION YOU ARE


 You tee off at dawn with club in hand,


 Swinging for your target, you take your stand.


                                                                                      Giving up is not what you do,


 Eighteen holes, whatever it takes to make it 
 Through.

                                                                           Walking the course no matter how tired,


 Strength and fight are in you to win this match.


                                                                                On to another day, one more tee off,


                                                                               Again swinging that club till the end.


 Every sunset under par,  Always a champion you are.

                 Keith Garrett

                                                                                                      
              A BRIDGE I CROSS



                                                                                         
 Far it reaches through my time,



 My travel across it a neverending journey.



                                                                                     
 Obstacles are sometimes in my way,



                                                                                   
 I'll hurdle over or push out of my way. 



                                                                              
 Moving along searching, always searching,



 For just a little more of things not to hurt me.



                                                                                        
 Not ever knowing what's ahead,



                                                                                            
 Stop I will not until the end.

                                                                             
 Keith Garrett

                A BOAT LOST


 Slowly floating, adrift In waters' so calm,




 Why does It have no travelers, alone.




 Fog and mist surround this shape of wood,




 Where has It been, where does It travel.




 No answers' does It give to questions,




 Drifting, slowly drifting to a place of nowhere.


              Keith Garrett             

                   PAGES


 My life starts' out like a book, not yet 
 A cover,


 Nothing Inside, page one still not printed.



 My story constantly being written with every 
 Breath,


 How many pages there will be not known till 
 The end.


 This title was Imagined before my creation,



 Cover to cover Is mine to write as I walk my life.



 With each turning page I Illustrate my own time,



 The one before this just a memory In my mind.



 Stay open It does until my story Is told,



 Until I've been published, this mans' book 
 Will not be closed.

                Keith Garrett  

               MOTHER, DON'T LET ME DIE


 I'm a child, only a child who lies here 
 Under rubble dying!

 This I did not ask for but my fate rests In 
 God's powerful hands.

 I'm afraid fore I'm In such pain, why,! Oh 
 Why! must I die,

 The Earth exploded with a thundering sound 
 All around.

 Lord, as I lie here It Is that I think of my  
 Mother, oh! mother,

 Please take this from me, the fear and the
 Pain, I'm coming.

 "Mother" don't let me die! I need you tonight 
 At my side,

 Tears run down this little girls face, mother! 
 Don't let me die.

 If I must go then please In heaven make It so, 
 Let me go,

 " Mother" " mother" please don't cry, mother! 
 Don't let me die.

                  Keith Garrett

                  HEART AND SOUL


 Everything I've got, what's Inside of me 
 Strong,


 Pours' out with energy, stopped I can not be, 
 Give up I will not.


 Stand and take notice as I conquer what 
 Invades my spirit,


 Emotionally grow do I, strength and power 
 Absorbed within this soul.


 Heart of the lion, oh! I do possess, listen 
 To me, Hear me roar,


 Weakness stares at me, such a pathetic coward 
 It is, Look away.


 Fear and sorrow attack and Intimidate who I am, 
 Rise up and fight,


 Walking away, turn and gaze over my shoulder 
 Leaving it behind.


 Hear what this man has to say, do you know 
 That which lives in me,


 I grow and grow fore I have the heart and soul.


            Keith Garrett 

                 "JUST AN ECHO"


 If you listen carefully your memories can 
 Be heard,

 Words' and phrases spoken or listened too 
 Are recorded.

 Thoughts' In your head feel at times louder, 
 Just an echo,

 Sounds' and scenes from a lifetime played over, 
 Can you hear.

 Noises from children playing back when just a 
 Child, Just a child,

 Friends' from long ago, just an echo In time,  
 Listen, they can be heard.

 In the span of a lifetime like the wind moving by, 
 created in an instance,

 An echo In time we will be, just an echo In time 
 For you and me.

                 Keith Garrett                                       

               IS LIFE BUT A DREAM?


 When we go to bed do we go to sleep,


 Are we already dreaming of the life that 
 We believe?

 Are the things' that we see Imaginary or real,


 Is there another life that we live and feel?


 Is our reality here and now,


 Are we a thought of someone else somehow?


 Could It be that we are In another ones mind,


 In some other place, In some other time?


 Maybe In a coma for a period not known,


 When we wake up to a life not our own.


 What does It all mean,


 Is life but a dream?


                                                                                                     Keith Garrett