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

                  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 
               DUSTY TRAIL


 Traveling through an untamed land, I travel,


 All that I own, packed upon my horse and wagon.


 There's a lot of quiet time, thinking and looking,


 As the day ends I set camp, a fire, supper, and 
 My horse.

 Noises of the night are owls, crickets, or the wind,


 Lucky am I to hold this guitar in hand.


 Feed my horse and off to bed for a little rest,


 A gun close by as I sleep with an open eye.


 Just call me bob as when the sun rises I'll be gone,


 A hot cup of coffee, a bite to eat, and off I go.


 The dusty trail takes me to many places of sight,


 I travel by day then it's time to stop for a much
 Wanted, Peaceful night.

               Keith Garrett

                 THESE BOYS' OF SUMMER


 They come to play, these men of the field,


 All dressed the same for this game they don't fear.


 Nine men with a number and a name on their back,


 The goal Is to defend and conquer this enemy who 
 Will attack.

 A crowd will gather In support of these warriors' 
 Well trained,

 They'll cheer till the end, this battle of power that 
 Has it's own name.

 One by one each stands' at the plate,


 As one lone attacker throws' his weapon their way.


 With a bat In his hands,' he defends' his ground,


 A crack that echoes can be heard If he strikes back


 At him what was thrown from the mound.


 They dive and they jump to stop what's sent their way,


 To hold back the attack of nine men here today.


 These boys' of Summer who fight to become,


 Champions' of the game, to be remembered for what 
 They have done.

                      Keith Garrett

                     SOUNDS' IN THE WIND


 The wind has no sound unless obstacles to blow 
 Around or between,

 Through nothing can It pass, an opening must 
 Make way for it.

 Travels' and swirls' across the sky with force 
 nd power,

 Since the existence of time It remains, alive but 
 Unseen.

 The crackling of branches and twigs from the trees,


 Rustling of the leaves moving through the shrubs, 
 Wind has sound.

 Through chimneys' you can hear the wind whistle,


 Fences creek, chimes let you know the wind Is here.


 Windows' vibrate and trashcans' hit the ground like 
 Drumbeats,

 From our ears we hear sounds' In the wind.


                     Keith Garrett

              " THE SKY WENT BLACK"


 In an Instant It was gone, as I looked up the 
 Sun was no longer,

 Nothing was shining, no light In the sky, what 
 Would guide me.

 There's a darkness that surrounds' my world, where 
 Went the brightness,

 Change my thinking, get off this unnecessary roller 
 Coaster ride I'm on.

 Making one material thing or particular person more 
 Valuable,

 Or Important than my own existence In life.


 The sky went black, could this be because my eyes 


 I've closed To my surroundings' over a loss  or what I 
 Perceive as failure

 Has blinded me to the beauty there Is?


 Love Is a great and wonderful experience when It 
 Comes to see you,

 If blessed are you then perhaps It stays', maybe also 
 Goodbye.

 Don't be fooled fore there are many different forms' 
 Of love,

 Looking deep within ourselves Is where this begins', 
 Later outside.

 Yes! the sky went black, again my eyes will open to 
 See the light,

 Never will I give up my fight for the love In my life.


                       Keith Garrett 

              "WITHIN THESE WALLS' "


 I'll let you In If a friend you are known to me,


 These built for me walls' of height, are a comfort.


 Climb over you will not, the top Is not recognized,


 There Is no door to be removed or forced, no key.


 Within these walls' lies sanctuary for a searching man,


 Living here Is all for a man to dream, I feel the 
 Sunrise.

 All my wants' are at my fingertips' of touch, Imagined,


 I build and I take down, a new level appears' In an 
 Instance.

 To walk out of here I will need to make a door, 
 Walls no more,

 There's a fear with the chances taken, stronger we grow.


 Within these walls' I hide, within these walls' I cry,


 Strength and wisdom exist within these walls'.


                             Keith Garrett              

         EVERYBODY'S GOING THROUGH SOMETHING


 It is that people move each day, go their own way,


 A struggle to survive, a faster pace is their lives.


 Are we really living or merely trying to get through 
 the day?

 In between that which we do exists a fight of our own.


 Some of us do it alone, others with much help from 
 Caring ones,

 We never leave ourselves as we travel along with a tune 
 In our head.

 Mentally or physically, we all have something happening 
 Always,
 Everybody's going through something and we can never run 
 From it.
                                 Keith Garrett

                         DREAMS'


 Dreams,' like the hopes and wishes that rest 
 In our hearts,

 Some come true, If for us only a shattered few, 
 Like you.

 Dreams' are a look Into the future of our 
 Wanting thoughts,

 Reasons' and seasons' for them to be or be not.


 Dreams' may bring love to a heart so lonely and 
 Of care,

 What Is a dream If never with another shared.


 I dream of one day when a dreamers' heart finds mine,


 We'll walk as one but two different lives.


                  Keith Garrett

                   A WHISPER


 A soft blowing breeze, Invisible to the eye,


 Hear It In your ear, listen to the whisper.


 The sun rises, day breaks slowly,


 Light replaces the dark, the morning whisper's.


 The kiss from a beautiful woman on your neck,


 Warm and soft, gentle as a whisper, a whisper.


 A smile shown to you, bright but quiet, silent,


 Like a whisper Is breath not seen but heard.


 A whisper Is love slightly heard but understood,


 A whisper Is real, a whisper Is words between two.


                 Keith Garrett