"THE RIDER"


 He'll ride In the morning, through the day travels 
 The road,

 High upon the hills, a shadow beneath the clouds, 
 He rides.

 Into the wind, the rain blowing against his face, 
 He rides,

 The snow falls as through the mountain passes he 
 Is moving.

 A man with no name, throughout the land maybe a glimpse,


 He's known only as the rider, carrying whatever for hire.


 This horse he rides with colors of solid black and 
 White spots,

 A demon creature, wicked with speed like the wind.


 Brown and black hat worn on his head gives a mysterious 
 Appearance,

 A coat so long for cover and warmth shields him from  
 Weather, the rider.

 Boots on his feet of dark, broken In pattern can be 
 Noticed in the stirrups,

 This man of the land rides and rides just he and his 
 Faithful companion.

 Like a ghost so quiet he roams the wild wilderness 
 Of life,

 He's known as the rider, Into the night he rides.


                             Keith Garrett

                  REFLECTIONS'


 Like the sunlight on a clear window, my Image 
 Appears,

 Thoughts of yesterday bring a picture of you to
 My heart.

 Wandering back to you Is a place In my dreams at night,


 Of the past It Is a part of you, live do you In a piece 
 Of my today.

 On lakes and rivers, oceans and wet ground after a 
 Storm,

 Reflections of a kind or memories brought to our minds.


 Wishing, wondering what might have been,


 Backwards In time to watch has gone by, time.


 Mirrors are looked Into and looking back are the faces,


 Reflections of another kind, thoughts that we find.


 Images of all kinds, like being children somewhere back 


 In our minds.


                      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 
 Mot be closed.

                  Keith Garrett  

                  "A MOMENT IN TIME"


 A speck of dust, a trickle of water,


 Soon would blow with the wind and dry Into nothing.


 Our time Is now fore we are a whisper wanting to 
 Be heard,

 A short period for laughter, remembered for what 
 We leave.

 For so long has time existed, the world, the universe 
 So large,

 We are but a fragment, a particle of all that was 
 Created.

 A moment In time was this gift we were given from 
 God above,

 A moment to see and love all there Is to understand 
 From this.

 Where we go from here we shall not know, but hold 
 No fear,

 Like many fallen leaves from a tree we are one, we 
 Disappear.

                     Keith Garrett   

              I'LL SEE YOU SOON


 It's time for me to go, I'm ready now and I'm tired,


 Don't say goodbye, wipe away those tears.


 I have to let go, the fight in me is done,


 My bags are packed so put me on the train that roams 
 The heavenly tracks.

 I won't be coming back, I just wanted you to know,


 My love for you fills my heart, I'll see you soon.


 Our relationship lives on, if ever you need me love,


 Stand and face the blowing wind, just call out my name.


                   Keith Garrett 

                     BETWEEN GOD AND ME


 Conversations I have had on many occasions in my life,


 Have you ever listened? yes, I believe you have quite 
 A bit.

 The answers to the questions I have asked have been 
 Mysterious,

 I may not at times agreed with you just as you were 
 Disappointed with my path.

 We have a relationship, we both know not as close as
 We might be,

 I've tried to be a good person but not as good as 
 One can be I can see.

 These things between god and me are never perfect, 
 Maybe someday,

 I'll keep on trying, I know you'll listen always and 
 Answer in ways not so easy.

 I  wonder why things go the way they do, the struggles 
 And at hard times,

 Lessons to be learned I'm sure of, are pain and 
 Suffering ours so that we appreciate?

 Between God and me are many more things to be learned 
 And seen, together we'll be.
                                    Keith Garrett                                 

                                                                                                         
           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