A WESTERN SCENE


 They stood alone but together, gunfighters so mean,



 A battle on a dirty street, a ghost town today, of 
 Memories.


 A western scene where  dance hall girls entertain 
 gamblers so drunk,


 Outlaws whom do rob and kill will one day have their 
 Walk to the gallows.


 There is a ranch out beyond where a town sits, cowboys 
 Who once rode,


 There was a time when laws were different, justice could 
 Be a swift act.


 Bounty hunters tracked down fugitives who escaped and ran 
 From the law,


 A western scene where a family worked hard for a farm, 
 For their dream.
                  Keith Garrett

                                                                   
                    BEYOND THE SKY

 From my beginning I've sat and watched you,



 Up so high, beyond what Is blue.



 I'm always here but you can't always see,



 Perhaps clouds' cover your view of beautiful me.



 If my lights' are turned on you might see my smile,



 On a dark clear night I'll be up for a while.



 As you awake In the morning I'll be asleep,



 Another time Is when we'll meet.


             Keith Garrett

                                                                                                  
               AN ACT OF FAITH


 Is there trust in yourself, what trust in others,


 How far would you walk for another, what would you give?


 Are you of a good heart even if in the end there is no 
 Reward,

 Do you expect something in return for putting your life 
 On the line.

 Would you run out in the street to save a child or one in 
 A burning car,

 Is it  a question of a moral value, fear and life is a 
 Thought that comes to mind.

 An act of faith, would you take a chance, do anything  
 For friend or man,

 Would you give of yourself if there could become a certain 
 End.
                                 Keith Garrett

                                                                                                               
               AGAINST NATURE



 These things that are against nature are a reality,


 Certain it is that we are not allowed to be here forever.


 Trees may not stay small, age they will, older than man 
 Are many,

 Mountains are formed, they age and change but may be 
 Always.

 Against nature that all things will stay the same, this 
 Is true,

 There are more of these against nature, take a look with me.


 Burning things that sicken the lungs and dirty the air,


 Bombs dropping from the sky, chemical spills everywhere.


 Trash tossed from windows, lining the streets you see,


 Environment is being altered, everyone sees, eyes are 
 Closed.
                      Keith Garrett

                   "A STRANGER"


 Cobwebs and tumbleweeds, traces of life and the past,


 A forgotten road not so often traveled, not anymore.


 Where do they go, the ones we once knew and walked with,


 More and more they become ghosts, faded faces from 
 Yesterday.

 Time slips away slowly Into my tomorrow where my memories 
 Are found,

 Friends' are now strangers, strangers are now my friends.'


 There once lived a woman who I did not know, she lived  
 Her Life without me.

 In her there was not a thought of me, for me she had no 
 Meaning,

 This stranger that I had not met would someday be the
 Love A man could not forget.

 Like the wind forever blowing, she has drifted, a  
 Stranger I never knew,

 Where did you go,! where did you go,! A stranger I love, a 
 Woman, I'll never know.

                        Keith Garrett   

                 WESTERN WORLD


 The old west, a place where a cowboy could roam
 The land,

 Drifters could be seen riding in from the horizon, 
 Long ago.

 Wagon trains with families seeking that new world of 
 Hope and prosperity,

 Bandits and outlaws robbing banks, criminals of the day 
 Hanging from trees.

 A western town where a sheriff walked the street trying 
 To keep some peace,

 Gamblers could be heard drinking and howling from a 
 Saloon Long ago.

 Dance hall girls dressed for the time, somewhere back 
 In a western time,
  
 The eighteen hundreds, where pioneers carved a trail 
 Through the years.

 Western world, where families worked the land, the future  
 Was a mystery to be              Seen.
                 Keith Garrett

                  OLD FRIENDS


 As children they played, growing up in the 
 Same town,

 Running in the park, playing games in the dark.


 Going to school, swimming in the same backyard pool,


 Singing songs, listening to music they both loved.


 Sleepovers, laughing late into the night,


 Going to movies, Friday and Saturday nights.


 They rode their bikes to many sites,


 A coke and a comic book were a delight.


 throwing a football, baseball in the park,


 Being kids was what life was about.


 Hanging out together in a time of youth,


 Those days are gone but never forgotten.


 These things I say are true to all that 
 Once played,

 Through generations and lifetimes,


 Here's to old friends never forgotten.


                      Keith Garrett  

         HEY! HEY! THEY WERE THE MONKEES


 Hey! hey! they were the Monkees, used to be here 
 But where did they go?
 
 Way back in the sixties they had their own T.V. show.


 They were all pretty silly and funny, an odd bunch, 
 Wouldn't you say,

 People still love to watch them, oh! yes to this
 Very day.

 Davey was English, a short sort of a lad,


 A voice made for singing, banging the Tambourine 
 That he had.

 Peter was like Harpo, quiet but funny,


A piece of the puzzle to make them as one.


 Mike played his guitar and could really sing,


 Somewhat as the leader to all four he would bring.


 Mickey was funny, had a voice, and could play the 
 Guitar,

                                                                                         Back in the past, maybe a pop star,


 Mickey Dolenz, Davey Jones, Mike Nesmith, Peter Tork.


        Keith Garrett

                                                                                          
               MY LIFELONG PAIN


 I'm better off than some and worse than others,


 There are those who start out with not much of a 
 Chance.

 Then there are others with not a chance at all, 
 They fall,

 From my time as a child I had scrapes and bruises, 
 I survived.

 Born healthy enough except a rare problem with an eye.


 Fell on my face and one day broke my teeth, better than 
 Cancer I believe,

 When I was a teen the brain surgeries began when at  
 School I fell on my head.

 Broken bones, emotional scars that can never go away, 
 Pain of the day,

 I am still alive! I have survived all sicknesses that 
 Have attacked my being inside.

 As time has gone by a massive heart attack has visited 
 My life,

 What waits for us each day is not known as we roam our 
 Earthly home.

 My time here has not been worse or better than so many 
 Who I have met,

 How amazing it is that we make it through each day and 
 Live Beyond being young.

 The odds are against us all as we dodge many bullets  
 Taking Many unknown roads,

 My lifelong pain carries scars, dreams that haunt and  
 Remind Me of past life.

                          Keith Garrett

               A THANK YOU, DEAR LORD


 It's me again, many thought's swirl in my head,


 For this life you gave to me, I am most grateful.


 I wake each morning to the rain or shine,


 You've let me walk your worldly creation, I'm
 Still alive.

 I forget at times and also for granted take,


 This life is precious, there's much good in the world.


 A thank you, dear Lord, for the things given to me,


 The wonders of this land at times are hard to see.


 I'll try to remember that fragile is man,


 Speak to you soon, I keep trying to understand


 And be the best I can.


                                                                                       Keith Garrett