FAVORS IN THREES


 How is it possible to change the world,


 Can one man get it started, where to begin.


 Do a favor of unselfishness and ask that in return


 This person do three favors,


 Two more favors of you must be accomplished to start.


 It is that someone first did a kindness for you,


 They then asked of you to do these three things.


 Favors of three may be quite a sacrifice indeed,


 A price this may be that you pay in many a way.


 A person, just one to take a chance is possible,


 If each that have been given this gift does in return


 Pass it on then it will never stop.


 The world would be as one family, In other words,


 A PERFECT WORLD.

                      Keith Garrett   

                 TOMBSTONE

                 O.K CORRAL

More than one hundred years ago In a town 
Of the west,

Cochise County Arizona, Tombstone was the place.


There took place a gunfight at the legendary O.K. 
corral,

Considered the most famous gunfight in the history 
Of the old west.

In the street, possibly a cool, breezy, fall day,  
Three P.M., An end,

Took place did it in a narrow lot six doors west of rear 
Entrance to O. K. Corral.

A thirty second gunfight would be most tragic, a 
Famous story,

Fremont street, the O.K. Corral, Wyatt Earp, Doc
Holliday, Virgil, and Morgan Earp.

A fight with the Clanton's and Mclaury's on October  
Twenty sixth, Wednesday,

Men died, Billy Clanton, Tom Mclaury, and brother frank 
Lost their lives.

Morgan and Virgil Earp along with Doc Holliday were 
Lucky to be only wounded,

Thirty shots fired, they were about six feet apart, 
Men did die,

Wyatt Earp was the only one to escape unhurt, a long time 
Ago in the old west.
                      Keith Garrett

             SOMETHING SO STRONG


For so long now a crushing pain, out of darkness 
I find my way,

The sky I see above rests over the mountain I 
Must climb.

A glow of light finds me as I make my way up 
The endless giant,

There's a faith that guides, I am not afraid for 
Many will stand with me.

Inside this body lives a spirit of neve rending fight 
For survival,

Something so strong, It conquers the force of doubt
In another man.
I may not reach the top but i will try, I will get there, 
I'll touch the sky,

Lost was I, this man of many sorrows, a change in myself 
Is discovered.

Such a long road on my own to follow, travel it with me 
Now and forever,

 I've seen the mountain, I've climbed high with blood  
 And pain, To the top.

 Many have come to watch my flight from the morning's 
 Light into the dark,

 With me they stood strong, they helped me climb when  
 I weakened.

 Something so strong as I would not fall, their strength
 Gave me courage,

 The mountain still stands, again I will climb 
 Stronger each time.

                     Keith Garrett 

                                                                                                      
                   NOTHING


 At one time or another everything was nothing,


 One day in time nothing would and will turn to 
 Everything.

 Nothing is a word used in many ways, decay into 
 Nothing,

 " You are nothing" can be a lifetime emotional scar 
 That haunts.

 What are you doing? a friend or child may respond 
 With nothing!

 I did nothing today, you must have done something, 
 Nothing can not be done.

 Nothing can be so lonely, as it can not be seen, it 
 Does not have any dreams,

 " I have nothing to live for" listen close, as we all 
 Have the greatest things to live for.


 I was nothing until I met you, I was more than I thought 
 Before it was me and you,

 Nothing is only a word, it is a sound that many a soul 
 Have heard with a word.
                                Keith Garrett

                    LOST IN THE WILD

 To step outside the world I've known,
 Leave It all behind and those who know me.



 Off on a great journey to see It all,
 Into the wilderness as If nothing else matters' 
 Anymore.


 To try things never tried before,
 Experience life through a new open door.



 Perhaps a fear of what lies ahead,
 I trek across the land, survive If I can.



 See many new things from my eyes,
 Into the night I hear nature cry.



 Not expecting never to go home again,
 Lost In the wild Is where my life ends.


                Keith Garrett 

                   VOICES


 Around us, we hear those who speak,
 Words and phrases to others' who will hear.


 So many different tones from mouths each day,
 Softly spoken or In a deep mean way.


 Talking a lot Is a way for some,
 Fast and unclear Is another way too.


 We hear many voices as we spend our day,
 Talking about their lives and crying about their pain.


 Voices are heard singing songs,
 Which makes us happy and brings our emotions outside.


 On the phone, there are voices, to us spoken words,
 We can't even see them but still they are heard.


 Without voices, we will not be heard,
 If we are not heard, then there Is silence.


                  Keith Garrett  

                     UNSEEN


 I'm all around, sometimes I'll go away,




 In the morning a visit, maybe at the end of your day.




 I've been known to whisper or at times a scream,




 I push through the trees, perhaps awake you from 
 A dream.



 I may go very fast or swirl around,




 Everywhere Is where I am bound.




 Since the beginning of time, from then I was born,




 Always will I be here with an unseen form.


                     Keith Garrett

                THEY ONLY KNOW MY NAME


 My face is seen through eyes that do not see,


 Opinions or judgment, anger or jealousy.


 They form their own truth, they make themselves 
 Believe,

 That I am something less than what I know to be.


 A first impression, a bad impression,


 Who are they who think they sit on a throne.


 If they look to the mirror, no perfection to see,


 They only know my name, they do not know of me.


 A story they tell amongst themselves,


 They do not stand and face me.


 It is only heard by my ear from breath to breath,


 They only know my name, they are known to me.


                     Keith Garrett  

                    THE WAY IT IS


 The leaves, they fall from the standing trees,


 Birds in the sky fly, short are their lives.


 A boy and girl holding hands in the dark,


 An Image in time  as they become man and woman.


 Seasons of four change through the year,


 Love has a season, sometimes a lifetime.


 The night's are always dark, a still quiet,


 Just as the day is light, the world is alive.


 Summer's with friends often come to there end,


 Time marches on, that's the way it is.


 Fly away little bird, animals run till they're done,


 A son, a daughter go away with the setting sun.


 The way it is, just the way it is,


 We're born to die, someday to touch the sky.


                     Keith Garrett   

                    THE WARRIOR


 Dressed for battle, he stands ready to fight, 
 The warrior,

 Fear lives within him for this emotion brings wisdom.


 Strong, as he fights for that which he believes,


 A lonely way of life but a man makes a choice, a stand.


 A family, not in this souls plans, born to walk alone,


 This chosen way that may haunt is just a house of cards.


 It's not said that a bad man is he, quietly the sun 
 Rises for him,

 This path chosen, a quiet one if those to let it be 
 Not a fight.

 Always ready for battle, though silently lives in the 
 Shadows,

 This wanting to be left in peace man is a warrior on 
 His own.

                        Keith Garrett