A MOMENT IN THE SUN


 Has it always been mine since the beginning of
 My time,

 I was born to run, I was born to chase the wind, 
 So I run.

 I've walked along the shore, my feet wet in the sand,


 Holding hands, by myself I stand alone, a man.


 There's been at times much fun, I am not done,


 Friends and loved ones vanished as the hourglass runs.


 When will it come I ask! this moment, my moment in 
 The sun,

 It was yesterday, appeared again today, did I not see,


 Tomorrow will I wonder when it is to be as it lives 
 All around me.

 I had dreams of a girl once upon a time, she came to 
 Visit me,

 She came to say hi, for just a moment in time, a moment 
 Gone by.

 I've had a moment in the sun, a moment to run, to 
 Chase the wind,

 I've had a love who went away with the passing day, 
 She flies.

 My journey takes me to a place but who follows behind,


 On another day will catch me, slow down to that which 
 May be.
                                     Keith Garrett

                   IMPOSSIBLE?


 Impossible things, are they to be Imagined,


 To walk on the moon, travel to mars.


 See and touch the oceans' floor,


 Climb a mountain and reach for more.


 It can be done, walking from coast to coast,


 Break the sound barrier, faster than the speed of sound.


 Travel in a balloon, across the world you go,


 Fly in the sky, jump from the highest height.


 Impossible things, Impossible you say,


 To rid the world of disease and cancer,


 Can this be a possibility one day.


 To love one another, hold hands across this world,


 Terror put to an end, war only a bad dream.


 To all Impossible things, to the next one who 


 Can make it a reality.


                                                                                        Keith Garrett

            I'M HEADING ON DOWN THE ROAD


 I get dressed in the morning and pack my bags,


 Open the window to look outside, the rain is nomore.


 Through the clouds appear a ray of light just a little,


 Wind blowing strong enough to close an open door.


 A cup of coffee to get me going, breakfast really fast,


 With my things in my hands I head for the car, moving 
 Along.

 Saying goodbye, leaving this place, i'm going away today,


 Nothing left in this town for a poor lonely man, i'm 
 Walking away.

 I'm heading down the road to a place I don't know, into 
 The sun,

 Along the way, to me many things of sight, driving night 
 By night.

 What's left behind lives now only in a poor mans' mind, 


 I'll be doing fine, i'll be doing fine, i'm heading down 
 The road.

 I'm heading down the line.


 I'm heading down the road, i'll be searching for you, 
 Moving along,

 I'm heading down the road, i'm coming for you, i'm coming.


                          Keith Garrett 

              I HAVE NEVER SEEN YOU BEFORE


 Together every day, we worked, side by side,



 We saw one another but never looked at all,



 Our names familiar and our faces friendly strangers.



 I have never seen you before, never sought each 
 Other out,


 As if the light has been turned on, the sun shining 
 Through.


 I have never seen you before but today is something new.

                        Keith Garrett

                  FACES IN THE WATER


 By myself as I am sitting beneath the warm, 
 Rising sun,

 There exists a slight, cool, morning breeze around me.


 Watch I do as the tall, dancing, trees stand high above,


 Rays from the sun shine through the branches of leaves.


 What surrounds me this day is taken for granted beauty,


 The quiet is an always wanted gift that will never go 
 Away.

 The calm pond water rests around me while I think 
 And dream,

 When I look down to find my reflection I see not me 
 But that of other days.

 My thoughts take me to yesterday, far, far, away as 
 if it were today,

 The water is quite still now like clear, shiny, glass, 
 I drift off like a dream.

 Faces in the water, clearly I can see with memories, 
 Faces in the water,

 Days of old, friends scattered with time are seen 
 Floating in the sun.
                            Keith Garrett

             DO YOU BELIEVE IN THE WIZARD?


 Fable, folklore, or perhaps so very real somewhere 
 In another time,

 Like a mystical story from times of old England it seems 
 This could be.

 Possibly he lived in a great castle of stone along a
 Flowing river,

 In a time of fire breathing dragons and a sword pulled 
 From a stone.

 Do you believe in the wizard who may have been dressed 
 In a long black robe,

 Pictures in gold color of half moons, stars, and maybe a 
 Dragon on it.

 A hat of black, a wand that casts spells of magical good 
 And evil once upon a time,

 He may have had a long beard of white with a face of much 
 Wisdom and knowledge.

 A magic book of spells and potions made for love and pain,  
 Do you believe in the wizard?

                       Keith Garrett                                   

                 DRINK FROM THE FOUNTAIN


 Fact or a fantasy, like the wishing, neverending 
 Thought that we can

 Climb up and follow that mysterious rainbow to a 
 Magical land.

 A four leaf clover, that search for the little green 
 Grass of hope,

 Wish upon a star, will It get you far, blow out the 
 Candles.

 Did you get that which you closed your eyes for.


 Drink from the fountain, first you must search the 
 World,

 Reality or a myth, could this be true, did God place 
 Upon this earth

 The fountain of life, Is It possible somewhere hidden 
 Contains a fountain so true?

 How can this be a possibility fore It Is said that all 
 Will someday die,

 If so true then God put It In a place where no man would 
 Ever venture to.

                                        Keith Garrett

                   DROPS OF BLOOD AT MY FEET


 Tears flow from my eyes, I wish not to care about 
 Their minds,

 There is blood flowing through my veins, blood of the 
 Related of many years.

 With every angry sound, from the time the earth started 
 Spinning around,

 As each and every battle from war, cries echo for  
 Thousands of years, with sound.

 Wounds that don't heal as they surface with time, one  
 Wrong word, explosion from the mind,

 Civilizations disappear, towns of people that once were 
 Are no more, things age and die.

 Life is an unusual adventure, travel from a place of 
 Beginning, onward to an earthly end,

 Blood spills in many ways, blood of pain, sorrow, the  
 Hurt From loved one's red every day.

 Drops of blood at my feet, they can not be seen but they 
 Visit me from painful dreams,

 Blood soaked land, drops of blood at my feet, blood on  
 The Hands of many a man.
                              Keith Garrett                                  

                                                                                            
                   BOARD GAME


 Watch the world as the pieces move never ending, 
 The world turns,

 We start from a beginning moving with a roll of the 
 Dice, A card chosen.

 Does God watch as we play, is he in our every move?


 Round and round we go as this board game of life takes 
 Us away.

 Is the game played right, do we understand the  
 Consequences Of our choice,

 Are we the players or are we being played, is there a 
 Point to the game?

 Could the game be everlasting or does it end in a moment 
 For some,

 Spin the wheel, flip a coin, take a chance and walk 
 Your own path.

                    Keith Garrett

                  STRENGTH AND POWER


 With so much force and power am I,


 Formed In the beginning, only time knows just why.


 I travel and move up and down,


 Over and under, my crash forms a sound.


 All that lives here answers to me,


 These creatures are many, on land they're not to be.


 I move along across the sand,


 Sometimes I'm sitting calm, other times, high I'll 
 Stand.

 Everywhere Is seen by me, 


 I've visited far off places just like thee.


 Throughout time many have sailed across my path,


 At times kind I am to them but so many have felt 
 My wrath.

 I am strength and power, I am the ocean.


                                                                                                                                   
   Keith Garrett