COLORS'


 There are many things' through our eyes' we see,
 Images of life born to we.

 Each day we awake, pictures are framed,
 In our minds' colors' are named.

 Blue Is one like an ocean or sky,
 Green Is another such as grass or a dye.

 Red Is hot, dangerous, and bright,
 Like lava or fire when close to your sight.

 Yellow Is soft and warm lot like the sun,
 Purple Is sweet like grapes eaten for fun.

 Orange Is a fruit or a petal of a rose,
 Maybe some candy or colors' of your clothes.

 Black Is a storm or the dark of night,
 Sight taken from you or things' not so right.

 White Is milk or a polar bear,
 A pair of dice or skin that Is fair.

 There are many colors' made to be,
 A favorite for all and one for you and me.


                  Keith Garrett

                CHILDREN WERE WE


 Echoes In time, treasured sounds dreamed In my mind,


 From a lifetime ago In a place from the past, a town.


 Walking In the streets, a simple time remembered,


 Shadows, ghosts of friends' thought of once In a while.


 Warm Summer's with not a care In the world for us,


 Young were we as If today might be yesterday.


 With the wind, the years are swept away Into today,


 The voice of a woman, a girl brought from a distant day.


 Children were we just a moment ago, only a moment ago,


 From a man to a woman again I might know, Images of 
 Children,

 Thoughts of a place sometimes traveled In my mind alone.


             For you,

           Keith Garrett  

                                                                                        
                COMING ON IS AUGUST


 The end of another month, hot Summer nights are here,


 Tomorrow a new day begins, a name for another beginning.


 August brings us a most hated heatwave, long days are 
 Coming,

 I awake in the night to heat that grows stronger into 
 The Morning light.

 Coming on is August when the sun rises to a different  
 Summer Chapter,

 Darkness fades early as the brightness of a morning new 
 Is Upon us all.

 Sleep well tonight, everyone across the world will wake 
 To An August once again,

 What to expect when we rise to tomorrow, get up early 
 To a quiet start.
 Coming on is August, I wait for a cooler day to replace 
 Its name.
                             Keith Garrett

                                                                                       
                BEFORE AND AFTER


 There was a time when I was not here,



 No thoughts, no name or Identity were mine.



 I had no pain or sorrow, not a thing for me to know,



 Where was I before I became me, somewhere waiting?



 A time will come when I am no longer here, will I
 Have thoughts?


 A name remembered, my Identity will not be this body 
 Or mind.


 Again there will be no pain or sorrow, I will be 
 Somewhere else,


 Before and after, heaven bound, where was I before my 
 First sound?

                    Keith Garrett

                                                                                          A  
                 LONER OF A MAN


 He saw the sun but when the sun went down,


 He wanted nothing more of that which was around.


 Heading for the great Colorado Rocky mountains 
 Said he,

 I will not be back until I see a land of eternity.


 A long time ago, this man not many would know,


 As for the few, he treated them with kindness, 
 They would not forget.

 A loner of a man, no choice to love and care, an 
 Inherited family,

 Because he did help another kind, they took from him 
 The love in his life.

 He wanted to be alone and he learned to care, again 
 Only pain and despair,

 A mountain man you see, he had a life, until life met 
 Eternity.
                         Keith Garrett

                  ANOTHER TIME AND PLACE


 I write to you from yesterday, a very long time 
 Ago for you,

 Long before you were born in a town of people and 
 Family.

 My family and I were up before the break of dawn, 
 Working,

 Children of a simple time but at times not so simple 
 You see.

 Horses were a common thing just as your car is in 
 Your time,

 Things of your day not dreamed up as of yet, life was  
 Hard, Also fun.

 Here in yesterday there is sickness that kills many as 
 there is no medicine,

 As I sit here on my farm watching my wife and kids play, 
 I write this to you.

 When you receive my letter it will be that I and those I 
 Love will be gone now,

 You will have all the things that we here have never  
 Seen, Good and bad.

 There are beautiful things and land that will disappear 
 With time, I can see them,

 I live here in another time and place just as you do, 
 I hope this letter gets to you.
                                       Keith Garrett

                                                                                                       
              ALONG A COUNTRY ROAD



 These things I might find strolling along a 
 Country road,

 From my mind I can create a day or reality along 
 My way.

 I see the sun rising in the early morning sky, my 
 Day begins,

 Dream do I of a perfect setting, fields and hills of 
 Beautiful color.

 Nothing can go wrong, not in this made up scene that 
 I want to be,

 Swim do I in a pond that appears along a country road, 
 Quiet and alone.

 There is a wind blowing through the trees, across the 
 Field I feel,

 Hay stacks scattered in a country dream, a farm where 
 I wish to be,

 Along a country road all possibilities unfold, from a  
 Dream, All that can be seen.
                                         Keith Garrett

                                                                                                         
                A SEARCH FOR ANSWERS



 Since the beginning of time much curiosity of what's
 Before us,


 Thoughts and questions had man on journeys of discovery.



 About the oceans, such mysteries far down below, always 
 Questions,


 Voyages to find out why and what this all means, 
 Never ending search.


 The mountains, the sky that circles our huge planet 
 That is so small,


 Why in the span of time we get only a moment to 
 Understand our existence.


 A search for answers has been a quest of man since 
 The first breath given,


 Never will it cease to be a search for answers to 
 These questions we seek.

                        Keith Garrett

                      "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

                      VISIONS'


 Waves crashing against the rocks, moving 
 Upon the sand,



 Beyond the horizon the sun going down, the sky 
 Is a scene.



 Water of such a brilliant blue, foamy white leading 
 The way,



 Visions' of colors', visions' of memories come to life.




 Through the eyes are seen lively dreams', what Is made,




 The world Is a wonderful, colorful, memory some day.


                       Keith Garrett