A VIEW WORTH SEEING



 Fortunate if you are to see throught the darkness,


 For granted do not take the gift of light, always night.


 Scenes and visions from the mind are wonderful at times,


 To open your eyes and nothing rests in your sight a
 Fright.

 A view worth seeing comes to the grateful eyes day or 
 Night,

 The morning light with the birds beautiful in your sight.


 Wherever you go a picture of color awaits, always 
 Changing,

 Each day a different view, open your eyes to a view 
 Worth Seeing.
                 Keith Garrett

              I'M GETTING OLDER


 I first opened my eyes, once tiny and bright 
 To this world,

 A memory I do hold but remember not as I was 
 A baby.

 Pictures of my life are few compared to the window 
 Of my mind,

 Once only a child, things I knew were also few, children 
 That played

 With this child are lost with time, always in my mind.


 The world seems smaller as my life has spread further 
 With the passing days,

 I'm getting older, once I was a young teenager moving 
 Ever so fast.

 Birthday to birthday comes a new number pinned to my 
 Aging soul,

 Grateful am I with a much appreciated thank you and 
 Love of God.

 That he has given me life this long, I hope and pray 
 That one I'll

 Be forever remembered and once in a while thought of 
 By you,

 I'm getting older, maybe a touch wiser, possibly a 
 Better me.

 I'm getting older, remember who I am, my name is Keith,


 I am a mortal man living in this gift, laid in my hand.


                           Keith Garrett 

           IT AIN'T DYING I'M TALKIN' ABOUT


 He was blinded, a deep anger to hide his true 
 Feelings about the past,

 Wasting precious time hiding from a young man, a certain 
 Truth to be told.

 This ranger who spent his life by the law protecting and 
 Ridding the bad from the world,

 A son who every day was close to him but had not a clue 
 That this man with a badge was dad.


 A friend for life, he fought and laughed each day by his  
 Side, they talked of life and dreams,


 His son would learn of his connection to a father but not 
 Spoken from a father's stubborn lips.


 Talking about the end, a fact that all would die, 
 Something Would someday take us away,

 Hard times in a cruel, violent, world where a man's life  
 For many reasons would be cut short.


 Death for these friends and rangers was witnessed throughout 
 Their lives on many a trail,

 Two men so different as they were in ways much the same, 
 Philosophy and stories told by a fire.


 It ain't dying I'm talkin' about, this friend with a zest   
 For life, A man who tried to see the beauty of the day,


 It's living! to awake each morning with the breath of   
  Life My friend, Take in every moment until the end.

                     Keith Garrett

                 GREEK GOD OF THE SKY


 It rests way up high, giant in the dark of night,



 So far away, when was it formed, millions of years 
 From today.


 Beyond the stars, spinning in outer space, thirteen rings 
 Around its face,


 Father of the sky, seventh planet from the sun, will you 
 Ever perish and go away?


 You go by a name known to all from the beginning of man, 
 Uranus be your name,


 Quite strange as you spin forever tilted on your side, a 
 Collision be the reason why.


 You orbit with others of names which have been formed so 
 Many human lifetimes,


 Beyond the Earth, space is a place of much mystery just  
 As You hold a mystery of your own.

                    Keith Garrett

                                                                                                  
                  FINDING FREEDOM


 The search for freedom and a fight to keep it,


 After thousands of years more is taken away today.


 It's all up for sale, we can barely walk in the hills 
 Anymore,

 Dirt, water, and even air are not ours without a dollar.


 We are not as free as we believe, we are allowed to do 
 As they say,

 All wars are not about freedom, most are of corruption 
 And money.

 Finding freedom when so much has changed is becoming 
 Rare,

 We are losing it from every direction, before our eyes, 
 And behind our backs.

 The enemy appears to be us, look to our neighbor more than 
 Across the sea,

 Look around people, we are losing our rights, finding 
 Freedom  between what is seen.
                                  Keith Garrett

                EIGHTEEN WHEELS


 Leaving out of North Dakota, heading for Odessa 
 Town,

 Hopped up into my ole' truck, eighteen wheels under 
 My butt.

 Hauling a load of lumber and steel,


 Me and my music box, my hands on the steering wheel.


 I'm heading for the heat of Texas,


 It's gonna be a long, long, road, don't you know.


 I turned up some good ole' country tunes,


 Time to put the hammer down.


 This life I chose on the road, it's to anywhere I 
 Roam,

 Just a simple Kansas farm boy, one day I'll go back
 Home.

 Eighteen wheels, rolling down the highway,


 Eighteen wheels, doin' it my way.


 Just a good ole' boy with places to be,


 A country heart, and i got things to see,


 Eighteen wheels and I'm running free.


               Keith Garrett   

                  ECHOES AND SHADOWS


 When the wind blows there are echoes in time,


 Echoes of all that have passed on by.


 The sounds of a lifetime, listen as the children 
 Have grown,

 Echoes of voices lost with the emptying hourglass.


 There are the echoes of those who once lived,


 Laughter of young ones, now part of the wind.


 Shadows of the seasons, one by one, gone,


 Shadows remembered of a man standing in the sun.


 Shadows of trees that stood tall in the sky,


 Across mountain tops, shadows from morning till night.


 Echoes and shadows from the beginning of time,


 Time passed by, seen from many eyes.


                 Keith Garrett 

                                                                                               
                A LIST OF THINGS TO BE


 Never an astronaut, dancing slowly upon the moon,


 Flying in a jet across the sky, no, not did I ever fly.


 A football star, throwing the ball far, a dream that 
 Won't be,

 Under the lights, a victory on a Super bowl night.


 What is it like to be a movie star pretending to be 
 Many things,

 Known everywhere, this is not what I was born to be.


 An Olympic star, a racer of cars, I wanted to be but 
 That's not me,
 A great writer, a hero of sort would be something I 
 Might be.

 A rescuer of the down and out, a conqueror of
 Homelessness,

 I may not be an Einstein of genius, I am good enough 
 For me.

 A list of things to be, how much can one man need?

                  Keith Garrett

                   SADNESS IN THE SMOKE


 Flames In the darkness, flames of fright, run, run 
 Into the night,

 Men of fear, men who fight through the night, a fire 
 Fight.

 Sadness and pain as the heat and smoke devour natures 
 Beauty,

 Who's to blame for this destruction placed upon all 
 Good men?

 They run, they hide but where to hide, animals,'  
 Creatures Of all kind,

 Death comes to visit, too take away the Innocent without 
 Feeling or care.

 Fix your eyes to the tears' from those who see the land 
 Die and die,

 Look to the sky, watch as It rises, a picture of sadness 
 In the smoke.

 The wind will blow but there will be no trees for It to 
 Pass through,

 The grass you will not see, the animals' are gone.


 Some men do not stand anymore, they disappear with this 
 Tragedy,

 That must be forever remembered, some day we will learn 


 To love This land that was created.


 Sadness In the smoke above these hills' that burn for the 
 World to see,


 Eyes must be opened before It's too late, before this  
 Land goes away.

                               Keith Garrett     

                      IF NO SIGHT HAD I


 Suddenly, so suddenly, my eyes, they could no 
 Longer see,

 Where did everything go, what am I to become, I'm blind.


 Darkness, only darkness can be my world now, to be 
 Afraid,

 Never again a sunny day, the night visits' me repeatedly.


 If no sight had I there would be many new thoughts' and 
 Adventures,

 The wind I would hear as I did before, my Imagination 
 Would create pictured scenes of what it was doing.
             

 Music would still be heard although my mind could see the 
 Story a song might tell with its words,
                                  

 A television show now only to be heard, no picture book 
 To go with.

 A kiss could still be placed upon her lips, no sight or 
 Sound do I need,

 Feelings' here are what will be needed and a little 
 Sense of touch,

 If no sight had I, life would be just fine.


                       Keith Garrett