A HORSE CALLED STORM


 Jet black, tall and strong, he stands in the 
 Morning light,

 Out in the grassland roams this free spirit.


 Never ridden, not a man calls him theirs,


 Answers to not a soul does this horse left alone.


 His name is storm, dark as the night,


 Moves like lightning, sounds like thunder.


 Fierce and at times mean is this beast,


 Untamed by man, natural and free.


 He is friends with each day, land where he runs,


 A horse called storm standing in the sun.

                Keith Garrett

                      A GAMBLER


 Spin the wheel, maybe a roll of the dice,


 A bad hand at cards, so it's said, you'll lose 
 Your shirt.

 Bet on a game, football, basketball, baseball,
 It's all the same,

 Your wallet is empty, credit cards are Okay.


 Horses are great, this time you feel lucky inside,


 At the finish line, a house could be on the line.


 Deal in drugs, surely a gambler you'll be,


 If it's not the law, a dead man you might be.


 A car thief is a risk, money at your feet,


 End up in prison, oh! what a life you lead.


 Ask of a loan shark, a favor please,


 Put up your life, no friend indeed.


 A gambler, a gambler, in each one of us may be,


 What risks do you take for all that you need.

                       Keith Garrett 

                                                                                                              
                A FINE CIGAR AND

                                                                                                                
                 A SIP OF SCOTCH


 As a man of business tends to many things,


                                                                                       Pleasure in between is a welcomed change.


                                                                                                Working hard for the life you wish,


 A family of your own, a house if what you choose 
 Is this.

 Sometimes the simple enjoyment from a fine cigar


                                                                                           
 Is all a man needs in this world of ours.


                                                                                                  A regular guy and a sip of scotch,


 Is not a sin when it comes to what's right and wrong.


                                                                                                    A fine cigar and a sip of scotch,


                                                                                        Relaxes a man thinking about what he has,


                                                                                                       And for which he has fought.

                              Keith Garrett

                       A FEARFUL WEIGHT



 Taken for granted the treasures of life,

 Gifts from god bestowed upon the mortal man.

 All that he dreams is for our eyes to  see,

 Health and happiness, love of those whom in 
 Return hope for love.
 A fearful weight upon ones shoulders, pain in the mind, 
 Worries of the day,
 A message that sickness may have fallen upon your lap.

 So afraid that the weight of it being possible that has 
 Made it so real inside,
 Material belongings are of no real value when it comes 
 To the thought
 That the end may be near, of not another breath.

 Treasures of life are the health that you keep,

 Happiness created by only you, too earn and cherish
 The love of as many
 Family members and friends in a lifetime.

 Gifts from god are your own choices to make,

 Free to wander the earth, too witness all of its 
 Mystery and beauty.
 In a moment we are given life, in a moment we 
 Leave this world,
 Taken for granted things we must over and over learn,

 A lesson not forgotten, a lesson well learned.

                         Keith Garrett

                  A FATHER, A WIFE, AND YOU


 Wondering why my hurt Is so much, let me tell you,


 Once upon a time this man was a boy, a boy with a dad.


 Father left and went away, no goodbyes, no parades,


 My love for him was very real, now just a dream, a 
 Dream.

 Once together a wife had I, a family of five once 
 Upon a time,

 Never Imagined that It could end, just a dreamer 
 To have been.

 Now their Is you so what can this much In love man do,


 You're here and there but are you anywhere, for me 
 Anywhere.

 A father, a wife, and you, two are lost, Is there still  
 For me, you,

                           Keith Garrett

                 A FACE WITH TWO SIDES


 There's a part of you that hides, not known to me,



 This shadow that makes your Identity whole.



 It lets' me know, only that part of you that opens' up,



 Missing Is a piece of emotion that shows' a picture.



  Missing Is a full and beautiful look from within,



 A smile sometimes cries but tries to hide what's real.



 Tell me who you are, tell me where you can be found,



 Let me love all of you, show me both sides.


                  Keith Garrett

                      "FOREVER"


 Above from the wide open sky the sun shines
 Ever so bright,
 Will It warm our world always or one day say 
 A farewell.
 What If the wind that we can not see goes away,

 Will It again blow across the hills and make the 
 Trees away.
 The glowing moon sits like a lighthouse In the sky,

 Watching, always watching but for how long will 
 It rise.
 The rain falls from the sky, from the clouds that 
 Drift on by,
 Will the drops take from the Earth the thirst so 
 As not to die.
 See the animals run through the woods and across 
 The plains,
 Today they live somewhat free, tomorrow will they be.

 We live, we love, dance to the music, sing from our 
 Hearts,
 Search for the happiness that makes It all worth living.

 There are things that may be never, things never lost,

 Nothing lasts forever fore forever we are not.


                     Keith Garrett

                 A DIFFERENT KIND OF HOME

 I thought about it a little more recently as I 
 Stroll through the park,

 So sad it is for some of them as they are hard 
 Working And lost everything.

 For others there are no excuses, only bad choices or 
 Criminal doing,

 Some get lost in the cracks as the help that is for              
 Them Needed does not care.

 We have homeless heroes, how is it possible when  
 They Gave their all,

 Some are sick and hurt as they lost more than their 
 Material life.

 A  different kind of home they now have, not what 
 They remember,

 Let me describe it to you, some of us are a paycheck  
 Away, Maybe a day.

 The roof over their head may be a clear sky or a rainy 
 Night,

 The walls around them are not the same as they often 
 Change.

 A couch wherever they sit, a bed wherever they rest 
 Their head,

 Television set, that which is taken in by their wishing 
 eyes.

 A shower for granted taken each day, when will a shower 
 Come their way,

 Gone now is the refrigerator that was, like an animal 
 They search now.

 A different kind of home not that they can call their 
 Own,They roam,

 Circumstances of why, many reasons you see, sadness wears 
 Many feet.
               Keith Garrett                                                       

                 A DRIFTING MAN


 On a road of travel without any end,


 Rests his weary body wherever he can.


 Sleeps in the night hidden from sight,


 Days' of length, the next stop is any place.


 From town to town he wanders with hope,


 Worry fills his head about that next meal.


 Find a job and stay in one place a short while,


 Friends and smiles disappear with the miles.


 A drifting man sees much of the land,


 Meets many faces, lonely where he stands.


 A price he pays to live in such a way,


 There's a gift in seeing the world,


 What's taken away is the peace of settling in 
 One place.

 He chooses a path, he's a wandering man,


 Today he's here, gone again.


                                                                                                            Keith Garrett

                           "TOBY"

 He was my friend, he would always know when I was near,


 My presence was felt by this dark haired boy, he would 
 Sound out.

 Walking In to his kingdom was such a pleasure of mine, he 
 Almost smiled,

 Through the window his eyes would find me, waited he did 
 For me to see.

 An excitement for this beautiful friend when I showed up 
 To visit,

 The love In his eyes sparkled, he knew I understood,
 I loved him.

 Outside we would play, running or throwing a ball or 
 Just sitting,

 I miss him, I wonder If he could possibly remember 
 Anything at all.

 To see him again, possibly one day, his name Is Toby.


                  Keith Garrett