QUIETLY LONELY


 Into the mist, through the trees, walking barefoot,


 Leaves beneath my cold feet, leaves of brown and green.


 The sun does not shine as the fog creeps across the
 Land,

 Making Its' way through these lonely woods deep In 
 Nowhere.

 What Is alive as the morning awakes to a quiet day, 
 This day,

 So old are these woods, what tales they may tell of 
 Yesterday.

 Ghosts of the past, people who once were, they who 
 Lived here,

 Quietly lonely as I think and dream just quietly lonely.


                            Keith Garrett 

            " I OFFER NO SURRENDER"


 You sit there princess on the shore, watching,


 Passing by under a full moon, am I to far to touch.


 The sea Is calm, quietly my boat sails' on by,


 Distant are you, away from me you stay, I wait.


 Circle your world as my search does not end,


 I offer no surrender, I fight through the dark of 
 Nights.

 Here you sit, an Image of Inner beauty so fine,


 My eyes can only see what a heart lets' It see, beauty.


                        Keith Garrett 

                  BACK TO MORRO BAY


 I've been here once, to this place on the shore,


 Where life Is pleasant and a whole lot more.


 Where dreams are thought of while you lie In the sand,


 A clear blue sky above you as you gaze at this land.


 Out on the water as the waves roll on by,


 The sun shines down on me and seems to say hi! 


 I walk along the street and see all the faces,


 Of those who have come from all sorts of places.


 Through the air the wind blows a musical sound,


 From a band that Is playing to those all around.


 A scent In the air of the foods' you might taste,


 Is something quite special, you won't want to waste.


 Now that I've been here another time around,


 Getting harder to leave this place I have found.


 I say thanks to this town of sand and play,


 Again, and again I'll return back to Morro Bay.

                   Keith Garrett

                    MORRO BAY


 We went away, far away,
 To a town of sand and water to play.


 At times' the winds' were cold and fast,
 The weather changed, this did not last.


 Life Is slow and peaceful too,
 The people all friendly, something new.


 We played In the sand with no worries of things,'
 A mother, a daughter, my two sons, and the joy 
 That they bring,

 As they sat In the water, the boats we watched rest,
 We all stood together to watch the sunset.


 Walking the streets of this place never been,
 Wanting to live here to call It my friend.


 As It rose In the morning, the suns' rays of light,
 All day It would let us enjoy such a sight.


 We get ourselves lost In a place such as this,
 Oh! nothing could be sweeter, the rest of the world 
 I would not miss,

 If you ever get a chance to go to this place,
 A fresh air you will smell, different foods' 
 You will taste,

 When It came time to leave, feelings' bittersweet,
 To this world of yours,' again we will meet.


 I wanna go back, go back one day,
 To this place of peace known, Morro Bay.


                               Keith Garrett

                       "BOOK OF FAITH"

 I'd like to read to you a story, sit back and listen 
 Dear friend,
 This Is about a man who has lost and found things of 
 Happiness.
 He Is not a wise man although at times he knows of 
 Wisdom,
 He Is not an angry man but anger lives within his spirit.

 This man walks a road of at times fear and confidence
 Lost,
 Happiness Is that which he so much wants to hold onto but 
 There
 Are those moments when to be happy can be a struggle, a 
 search.
 He Is a man of Inner strength, he possesses no surrender,

 Will not give up,

 There are those times when weakness attacks and the 
 Battle Rages.
 He holds In him close to his heart, faith that all will  
 Be As it should,
 That things will turn out, God willing the way he 
 Intended.
 This man has much love In him as he did and still loves   
 But Will again, love,
                 

 To live on his own, to live his life and again share his 
 Time with another,
                 

 This Is my story, this Is my book of faith told only to  
 You Dear friend.
                 

 Keep It with you always, may the Lord bless and watch
 Over you,
 As your road Is traveled each and every day Into the 
 Rest Of your life.
              Love always,      Keith Garrett

                                                                                                   
                  A PERFECT MOMENT



 When darkness falls and the night is quiet,


 Fighting is no more, words are of silence.


                                                                                        
 Sitting on a bench, hand in hand,


                                                         
 A drink for two on my private land.


 When echoes of sirens are no longer close,


 screams of the freeway are not near my home.


 When all is everything I want it to be,


 A fantasy is made in my own world to see.


 A perfect moment can only be what we make it to be,


 Things of change piece by piece, a perfect moment 
 Can be anything.

                          Keith Garrett

                    A MOMENT IN THE SUN


 Has it always been mine since the beginning of 
 My time,

 I was born to run, I was born to chase the wind, 
 So I run.

 I've walked along the shore, my feet wet in the sand,


 Holding hands, by myself I stand alone, a man.


 There's been at times much fun, I am not done,


 Friends and loved ones vanished as the hourglass runs.


 When will it come I ask! this moment, my moment in 
 The sun,

 It was yesterday, appeared again today, did I not see,


 Tomorrow will I wonder when it is to be as it lives all 
 Around me.

 I had dreams of a girl once upon a time, she came to
 visit me,

 She came to say hi, for just a moment in time, a moment 
 Gone by.

 I've had a moment in the sun, a moment to run, to chase 
 The wind,

 I've had a love who went away with the passing day, 
 She flies.

 My journey takes me to a place, but who follows behind,


 On another day will catch me, slow down to that which
 May be.
                                     Keith Garrett
                                                                 


                               


                                    


                    


                                 


                           


                                   


                         


                             


                         

                                   
                                                                                       


                                         


                                             


                     


                                                                                                        

                 MYTHICAL GHOSTS
                                                                                                                     
                  Keith Garrett
 In our minds do they live, exist only in our dreams,


 Gaze out into the night, beyond the stars in the dark.


 Remember as a child you would put a tooth under your 
 Pillow,

 As you slept a fairy would visit and replace it with 
 Riches.

 Mother nature we do not see as a mortal but live 
 Within her,

 She is known by all with the changing seasons of time.


 As you drift off into slumber it is he who watches over,


 A man who possesses a dreaming sand for a believer.


 Grants do he the gift of love so fine from an arrow,


 Only Imagine this ghost fore he is forever cupid.


 He's as old as the universe, he's of the beginning,


 He knows of life, the name is father time.


 A cold sort of spirit, he exists from a myth,


 When the freeze of night comes, lives does Jack Frost.


 Eggs in a basket, colored and decorated for a child,


 Jelly beans and treats from an Easter bunny not seen.


 Last but not least, a jolly old man with a beard so 
 White,

 He  gives to the world on Christmas eve, Santa Claus.

                 I DREAMED I WAS A CHILD


 There was a place, there was a child, was it real, 
 Why was he crying,

 A street, a neighborhood, a school where laughter lived, 
 Clowns on a wall.

 Duck, duck, goose and a circle of friends, round, and 
 Round they run,

 A boy named Grover, swing sets and a dream, I walk 
 There it seems.

 A small boy, lonely in his thoughts, a dreamer of things 
 Not to be thought,

 Monsters under the bed, who peeks in the window above 
 His frightened head.

 I dreamed I was a child but who is it I be, a fathers 
 Son from yesterday,

 A child trapped in a place that does not let go, cartoons 
 And sounds of planes.

 Reality was but a moment, childhood innocence and magic 
 Slips away,

 Where were you little girl when my October drifted into 
 Eternity.

 Imagination and ice cream trucks playing musical tunes 
 for A dime,

 Warm Summer days lost in a mans' child dreaming eyes.


 It rests in cobwebs, it quietly waits for my return,


 A place hidden from my mind, it watches, it knows what 
 I have seen.

                      Keith Garrett 

            FOR THIS RANCH, WILL YOU DIE?


 This place of beauty has stood here for generations,


 Built by a great, great, Grandfather a long time ago.


 Times have changed in this world around a ranch,


 The fight to keep what is yours has been since time 
 Began.

 You battle, climb the hill with sweat and tears, for 
 This ranch,

 Family before you have sacrificed in ways you can't 
 Understand.

 What does your heritage mean to you? will you die if
 They try to take your home?

 For this ranch, will you die? will you shed a tear for 
 Those who bled before your time?
                         Keith Garrett