KEEPER OF THE LIGHT


  Up In the air, he spreads' his wings',


  He stretches to the heavens,' and sees many things.'


  This God of the sun, keeper of the light,


  Soars In the sky, on an eternal flight.


  So peaceful Is he, away up so high,


   Forever and ever, this spirit will fly.


  Keeper of the light, what do you see,


  Beyond the sun, a mystery to me?


  Through the wind you trave,l round and round,


  Watching over this star, from you there's no sound.


   I can only Imagine, you're a spectacular sight,


   Fly way up high, keeper of the light.


                                       Keith Garrett

                              HE HAD A DREAM!


 He used to be, he walked as a man,
 Growing up as a child, harder than one could have 
 Imagined.


 With strength and courage he stood for the fight,
  So many against him, as he marched for what's right.



  At times so scary, to speak what you believe,
  Most just complain, oh! not he.



 It took a demon, the devil In disguise,
 To take from him, what he told from Inside.



  He was once a boy, but grew to become a man,
  To tell of his cause, as he walked with the people 
  Hand  In hand.


  His name was Martin Luther King,
  He was not forgotten because of an Ignorant mans' 
  Bullets' ring.


  He had a dream, he was a man, his dream Is alive.


                              Keith Garrett

                                     FIRE IN THE SKY



  Appears in the night sky, after days light has gone,


  Whistles with a bright light, crackling way up high.


  Shooting across the sky, into the late night, colors fly,


  Smoke fills the air, a smell of it as it drifts away.


  Streaming light, sparkling rockets so bright,


  Disappear with time, tonight freedom shines.


  There is a fire in the sky, eyes fixed until daylight,


  The morning light shines, a celebration of life. 


                                    Keith Garrett

                                "FENCES"

  God created heaven and earth so that we could 
  Live together,

  I was thinking as I walked down the street, I looked 
  At a fence.

  Touching it with my hands I realized a man would 
  Have to climb,

  To get to the other side he would have to go 
  Beyond Where was legal.

  This is my space! you can't come near it, since 
  The Beginning of time,

  The world was meant to share, be free to roam, we 
   Started building fences.

  Around our land, fences to keep others out and  
  Mark Our territory,

  It's all been broken up into pieces, always a fight  
  That Leads to war.

  How can any one man or nation own a piece of the 
   Sky, Stay away they say,

  Beyond the sky, do we all have a right to it or is it 
  Claimed  By the powerful.

 Stay away from here! this is my ocean, be warned or 
  We go to war, do you hear?

  No drink of water for you, someone else owns this 
  Lake, River, or stream.

  Dirt is not free anymore, there's a price to be paid, 
   Money To be made,

  Be careful, as soon the air we breathe will not be free, 
  Who Takes charge, I wonder.

  If we lived as one and shared the land, there would be 
  Room For every soul and man.
                          Keith Garrett

                                 FEET IN THE CREEK



  Beneath the trees that touch the sky,


  Down where their leaves fall to the ground.


  Across a meadow, beyond the grass so tall,


  A creek with flowing water, I travel under the sun.


  What a treat, my shoes are off, my feet in the creek,


  Under these trees that have stood here for some time,


   Beneath the blue and clouded sky, water touches my 
   Feet,

  Feet in the creek, a cool, flowing breeze, just these 
  Things and me.

                                            Keith Garrett

                               THE FLOWING RIVER


  I sit and watch the flowing river, the river runs away 
  From me,



  I'm here alone, beneath the singing trees, the river 
   Flows Into the sea.



  Looking down upon the valley, the river flows between 
  The rocks and me,



  I watch the trees, the valley is seen, the flowing river is a 
  Forever dream.



  The sun is setting upon all that is seen, I am life, and the 
  River is me,



  I am not pretend as I have been forever, the flowing 
  River Flows through me.
                                Keith Garrett

                           THE GREATEST TIME


  Watching the kids throwing snowballs in the cold,



 Snow falling down, clapping their hands, joyful sounds.



  Sleds and saucers, laughter rings through the day,



  I am here as I am shown the greatest time a child 
  May have.


  Making a snowman come to life, snow angels upon 
  The ground,


  Watching their dreaming eyes wish upon a star, a 
  Lifetime ahead.


  Like looking back in time when the magic was more  
  Alive, It fades,


  The greatest time is watching children fly with no scars 
  To hide.
                Keith Garrett

                                THE VIGILANTE


  A peaceful man, calm was he with a smile so 
  Bright,

 Until they took his wife,, then his daughter's life.


 His world was turned inside out, nothing will be the 
 Same,

  His name is known within the business world, the 
  Nights are his.

  A man who did have a family, now he takes the lives of 
  Them who take,

  His life is much different now, days of a regular 
  Citizen, Nights of vengeance.

  He now lives within himself, with the pain he inflicts 
  Upon The evil that bring pain,

  He is the vigilante, a good man who had enough of bad 
  People in a crazy world.

                                      Keith Garrett

                               SHE SITS ALONE


  In her cozy little home, she sits alone,


  Out of the window the birds sing, they wait.


  A lady wakes to her day, she sees the sun,


  A smile on her face as she watches.


  It's a beautiful day as she strolls out into the yard,


  Into her garden with food for her flying friends.


  Bluebirds can sense the table of peanuts,


 They are most happy as they gather a favorite food.


  She watches as the squirrels sit and eat,


  She sits alone but never so alone.


  There's a peace within the trees and plants,


  She thinks and dreams, quiet is the scene,


  She sits alone with friends that roam.


                                    Keith Garrett

                        THIS BOY FROM TUPELO


  From Mississippi, born quite some time ago,


 The name of Elvis, would be forever known.


  Gospel music, he could sing very well,


  Growing up In a town, where the poor would dwell.


   He loved his mother, to her a song he would sing,


  Noticed by a man named Sam, to a boy, fame this 
  Would bring.

  Moving on to Memphis, a place In Tennessee,


 A mansion known as Graceland, now the home for he.


  Always near by, on him an eye they keep,


  Called the Memphis Mafia, Is who they would be.


   A show he puts' on In such places well known,


  All over the world his legend has grown.


  When his time came, the Lord made his visit,


  Away Elvis went with him, to the music we still listen.


                               Keith Garrett