MOTHER, YOU ARE THERE


 I saw the sunrise, in the morning, you are there,


 The sun sets each late afternoon, you are in the air.


 The wind wanders through the trees, I can see,


 When the wind blows, you are here with me.


 The light fades into the dark of night, you are in 
 Sight,

 Every night you drift into the future, somewhere.


 As the seasons change all things change, you are the
 Same,

 Mother, you are there, beyond the stars, you had a name.


 As the days go by, through many remembered songs,


 Flashes of your life fill my head, a life still not long 
 Enough.

 Mother, you are there, when pain rests in my heart, 


 When the world is a scary place, I can see your face.

            Happy Mother's Day

             Your son, Keith

                    RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!


 The span of life Is short In time,


 To do as much as you can before you're gone.


 There's no place to run, there's no escape,


 The process of aging can't be beat.


 Take things' slow and the days' still pass,


 If you move fast they don't slow down.


 Run, run, run for your life,


 Inside the clock keeps' on ticking until there 
 Is no more time.

 Don't waste time worrying about dying,


 Spend every moment trying to live life to the 
 Fullest.

 Keep on moving creating energy, slow down and 
 You'll die,

 Search and search as much as you can find.


 You do not see It now, your end Is nowhere In sight,


 So take It all In, run for your life.


                                                                                            Keith Garrett

                   WHAT MAKES GOD SAD


 The wonder's of the world, for us he made,


 A cool felt breeze on a Summer's day.


 Mountains that stand so tall up above,


 Oceans and rivers, that which does live in them.


 What makes god sad is the hatred towards one another,


 The destruction of land for a dollar put in hand.


 Thinking of only ones self, perhaps not lending a 
 Helping hand,

 Murder, the taking of a life, this wasn't his plan.


 Pollution of lakes and streams, toxic waste not 
 Dreamed,

 The air being destroyed, does anybody even care.


 Abuse of all that is here, what man values is not 
 What he shared,

 What makes god sad should bring shame to this world.


                      Keith Garrett 

                                                                                            
                       TUMBLEWEEDS


 A long ride, not much in between,


 Upon a quiet, deserted town I came.


 Not a soul in sight, a breeze echoes through 
 This place,

 Many different sounds as if people lived.


 Only ghosts of a town that once had breath,


 The back and forth clanging of an open 
 Jailhouse door.

 A saloon sign creaking as it swings in the wind,


 I can almost feel those who once were here.


 Only dust walks these streets, this town that died,


 I'll stay here for the night, I'll be alright,


 The only thing that will be my company are a horse and 
 Tumbleweeds.
                               Keith Garrett

                  WITH CLOSED EYES


  Many things' are noticed when one can't see,


 Against our face the wind, or a bird chirping 
 In a tree.

 From the air, the sound of a plane soaring by,


 Thunder claps as loud as a sonic boom.


 People laughing with each other, driving past,


 Dogs' barking In a near by yard as they're listened too.


 The sound of music heard through an open window,


 Two people In love saying goodbye at the door.


 There are many, many things' we notice with closed 
 Eyes,

 Not only the darkness that's with us Inside.


 The mind will open at the time our eyes close,


 And see more than can be Imagined In this dark world.


                Keith Garrett  

               MYSTICAL DREAMS OF SHORES UNSEEN

 About a land so far across the sea, stories of Knights 
 From days lost,
 Castles of stone standing through centuries of tales 
 Told, Those who know.
 Kings and Queens ever since this Island was discovered
 Back in a dream,
 Magical wizards are fables of men said to them as a 
 Child long ago.
 Those dressed In armor, a King by the name of Arthur 
 And a sword,
 A legendary table of round, sat Knights so long ago on 
 Shores unseen.
 Princes and princesses, dancing at parties of royalty In 
 A far off land,
 Common men and women lived together and begged for food, 
 A hand.
 Woods of old England, warriors and Knights with bows and 
 Swords,
 Mystical dreams of times, of shores unseen, a book of 
 Tales.
 Along the River, lakes of swans gliding across the  
 Mirrored Glass,
 Over the hills where the whispering winds watch the grass 
 Dance.
 In the English night sky, through the known expected fog 
 Of the land,
 A rising moon shines Its glowing light upon the trees,  
 Upon These shores.
 Seasons of many centuries, witnessed by a people with  
 Voices Of sound,
 Sir Lancelot dressed for battle, riding high upon a dark 
 Horse Into forever.
 Dragons of fantasy flying through the sky, wings spread, 
 Soaring,
 Breath of fire It Is told they possess, demons brought to  
 Life In a dream.
 Legends of many moons long since past, ghosts of heroes  
 Wander In mist,
 Mystical dreams of shores unseen, songs sung In green 
 Meadows.
 A beautiful sound from voices such a long time ago.

                  Keith Garrett 

                    I'VE STOOD STRONG


 I've stood strong, Oh! so long and watched time 
 Pass,

 To see the sun rise, too see the sunset.


 Above me, the clouds drift past each day,


 Can't see where they go, this Is where I stay.


 In the dark of night I stand not alone,


 What keeps me company Is that which roams.


 The wind passes through me on a journey across the 
 Sky,

 I'm never cold nor have I died.


 Many have visited and stayed where I stand,


 Some are now part of this land.


 I'll still be here long after you,


 I've stood strong, I'm different, this Is true.


       By Keith Garrett 

                   I'M JUST A POOR BOY


 No car do I own, socks' full of holes, day by day 
 An hourly wage,


 I lie there In bed worrying about tomorrow, a bed 
 Of my own.


 No credit cards' or a bank account, my only money In 
 An aging wallet,


 A table of food always, dinner as a poor boy will 
 Gladly serve.


 Clothes on my back, shoes that take me to where I 
 Survive,


 Blesses of many In a world of sorrow and strife.



 I'm just a poor boy with a smile and a tear, a wish 
 And a fear,


 What I lack In gold Is made up of treasure discovered 
 Every day.


 I'll take a trip somewhere from my mind, to a place 
 Of fantasy,


 A rich man can't find, where a poor boy can't buy.



 I'm just a poor boy with so much to give, I give to you,



 I'm just a poor boy, what's a poor boy to do.


                       Keith Garrett 

                                                                                                 
          AND THEN THERE WERE NONE



 A fight for survival, mans quest for power to rule,



 Fear and ignorance but money will be the tool.



                                                                                    Inventors of destruction, builders of a  force,



 The enemy is our brother, traitor to the land.



                                                                                        Which side are we on, who is on our side,



 Conflict and hatred, how many must have to die?



 And then there were none, not much left to say,



 Put the bombs away, we may have another day.


                     Keith Garrett

                     ACROSS THE SKY


 I soar through the air up In the wide open sky,



 Just myself and some wings', we fly, and fly.



 So peaceful up here, quiet without many a sound,



 Feel like I'm flying to the sun, far from the ground.



 Clouds' are floating to nowhere that I can see,



 A never ending flight, just the sky and me.



 Looking down Is another world not like here,



 Across the sky, not crowded with fear.


            Keith Garrett