I CAN SEE TOMORROW!


 So clear to me, clear to see,


 Yesterday Is gone, gone away.


 Today will soon be In the past,


 It will be yesterday, I see this today.


 Tomorrow Is not yet here, this Is clear,


 When It comes It will turn Into today,


 Soon disappear Into yesterday.


 I can see tomorrow, I see this today,


 Many things' to discover, what comes my way.


 What's out on the horizon still a mystery,


 It moves forward Into my life, to be my today.


                      Keith Garrett

                    FLOATING


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

                 A SMALL HOUSE


 Along the banks of a river, is home,


 Apple trees and hills of grass live here.


 A small house for a family of people,


 Food on the table and a fire burning warm.


 Sitting on the porch, a fiddle in hand I am,


 A pipe to smoke is an evening kind of thing.


 Horses are down for the night, children in our sight,


 Nineteenth century life is quite a fight.


 A small house is all we need to believe,


 Hopes and dreams are seen as far as our eyes can see.

              Keith Garrett

                                                                                                     
               A PLACE TO DREAM


 Away from here, far, far away I disappear,


                                                                                
 Possibilities await me, they're only there.


 Covered hills of grass so green, just you and me,


 Beautiful trees, the warm, colorful, sun between.


 A place to dream where the wind can be seen,


 Where the sky can be touched, a place too dream.


 A tune to my ears, that which soothes a soul,


 A song in my heart, one that speaks words of you.


 Hopes and wishes, fantasies or dreams,


 Is there such a place for these, a place to dream.


              Keith Garrett

                 JUST PASSING THROUGH


 A man searching for something, always searching,


 He travels through the desert, a town in his sight.


 On a horse he rides, the sun upon his back,


 Dressed in western clothing of the time.


 What he wants is a bed for the night,


 A warm meal that satisfies, a bath much needed.


 He heads for the saloon, a drink in his thoughts,


 Sit down for a game of cards with faces of a town.


 Just passing through, a man and his horse,


 Both bedded down for the night,


 When the sun rises, his search will continue.

            Keith Garrett

          I DREAMED I WAS A COWBOY


 Dressed in jeans, a black hat and boots,


 On a horse of beautiful color, I rode.


 A ranch up high in Colorado, I dreamed,


 Working, putting up fences with cowboys.


 A long day was a good day for me,


 Up in the dark, before the roosters.


 Breakfast was early, earn your money,


 Sweat and a little fun, working in the sun.


 I dreamed I was a cowboy, riding the open land,


 The dreaming cowboy, is a hard working man.

             Keith Garrett

              HE TOLD ME OF HIS LIFE

 As he sat down in his rocking chair he began to speak,


 With a smile, he invited me to sit and went about his 
 Story.

 His life as a child, at the beginning of a war for 
 Independence,

 On a farm in South Carolina, he lived with a father, 
 Brothers, sisters.

 He went on to tell of adventures in the Summer just 
 Before it happened,

 A big house, great times with family, working the farm 
 Each day was tiring.

 He must have been about ninety years old now, the war 
 And those days long gone,

 A childhood recalled, swimming in the pond with a  
 Friend or two, the night's moon.

 He told me of this war being all around them, nothing  
 Would be the same, Much change,

 Tears in his eyes as he described that time and place  
 Where brothers and family died.

 He sits in his chair today, many years away from there, 
 He lives in that house today,

 He sits in his chair on that porch where as a child he  
 Played, he told me of his life.
                                         Keith Garrett

                                                                                                        
                    GHOSTS CAN TALK


 Most of this world never truly believes that life 
 Ends not here,


Death may not be a misery that we all wait to endure.


 We are surrounded, if indeed you do not believe in this,


 There are those and many long ago spirits which wander 
 Alone.

 Most of us are not enough in thought or listening to 
 Hear ghosts talk,

 Heaven is there but why are they everywhere? Ghosts can  
 Talk, they walk.

 We want to believe that we are never ending, fear that 
 We are not forever,

 Odd things happen, strange sounds in the night, misplaced 
 Or lost items.

 They speak in ways we can not ever dream,  watch us as we 
 Slumber in the night,

                                                                                                         
             GHOSTS CAN TALK

              Keith Garrett

         LET'S NOT DESTROY ONE ANOTHER


 Worry do we about the enemy from far away lands,


 More of a chance to be invaded by an enemy within.


 From protests of angry citizens, violence occurs,


 Nothing will ever get better in the way they try 
 To be heard.

 Rioting in the streets, destroying ones own 
 Neighborhood,

 How to accomplish anything when nothing you do is 
 Of good.

 Shootings, fires, and bombs across a nation said to be 
 Great,

 We show the world ignorance, our children are taught 
 Terrible things.

 Let's not destroy one another as we are doing just fine 
 So far,

 Wake up America, what will all this destruction do for 
 You?
                   Keith Garrett

                                                                                        
                 KEYS TO THE KINGDOM


 For whatever it's worth you came out on top,


 Power in the hands of the right and wrong is scary.


 You are human but who are you really behind those eyes,


 Through the years, from any shore, leaders are seen with 
 Fear and war.

 Behind guarded doors of a house, Palaces and castles on 
 Foreign soil,

 Keys to the Kingdom are held by those with or without 
 Morals.

 There are battles fought to hold onto or gain possession
 Of many keys,

 Keys to secret places, vaults, and of course, keys to 
 The end of the world.

 Some keys should be destroyed, taken from them who misuse 
 Keys to the kingdom.
                                      Keith Garrett