BY THE CREEK,

                  IS WHERE I DREAM


Away from everyday, away from what is always seen,


 To a place of peace by the water, where the grass 
 Is green.

 Birds of song dance in the sky, here in solitude, 
 This is I,

 A giant oak tree that's as old as many night skies, 
 By the creek.

 Myself searching for a dream come true, seeking in my 
 Reflection,

 In the still water a face of a man staring at me, what 
 Does he see?

 By the creek is where I dream, lost wishes sleep at 
 The bottom,

 This always working mind tries desperately to awaken 
 Them.

 I'm a different sort of man now, lessons of mistakes 
 Learned,

 Taught by what and the who of that which is gone away,


 Lessons learned from the no more, by the creek, by the 
 Creek.

                      Keith Garrett. 

                                                                                         
                       GRANDCHILD


 A dream, a mystery, for me has not been seen,



 A child just born to this world, I have learned.



 A descendent, a great grandchild to my Father, mother,



 A young child so new, I heard you're a little boy, 
 I heard.


 Not your name can I say, I don't know you, no name given 
 To me.


A grandchild, not for me to see, a daughter so bitter, 
Sorry.


I say to you Grandchild, I am Grandfather with a name,


 One day you will understand, anger and a grudge will
 Haunt your land.
                                 Keith Garrett

                  TRIALS' OF A MAN


 Once a child, a small boy from many seasons' past,


 In this time and place destined to be a man.


 Through many battles I've had to persevere,


 Like heading Into a strong never ending wind.


 I'm learning to move away from the confrontation,


 Choosing a new direction, energy not wasted.


 Struggling to do everything right as I walk forward,


 Positive lessons' to take ahead, I've learned from 
 My past.

 At one time I put away my faith, put It high on a shelf,


 Keep living, keep moving along, and try always.


 I've had losses and love lost but this won't end me,


 In this, things gained simultaneously.


 I still seek some of what's been lost, still within 
 Reach,,

 Some gone forever, forever a memory.


                    Keith Garrett

                       MY FATHER,
                  LEON RUSSELL GARRETT,
                 EIGHTY NINE YOU WOULD BE
 April 11, 1932, you had a life and a family as a 
 Child,

 A father, brothers of two, Alice and Barbara, all 
 Of you.

 How it must have been back in those days of childish 
 Play,

 Running within the trees, simple games with friends 
 Of the day.

 A boy scout, what were your thoughts and dreams of 
 Yesterday,

 High school and girls, when the fifties began, already 
 The Korean war.

 You were such a young man, writing your thoughts upon
 A ship,

 From out of Virginia, the Newport News and across 
 The ocean.

 You had a life, a wife, and children, your spirit 
 Wanders Beyond this Earth,

 Today you would be eighty nine years, Happy birthday! Dad, 
 Forever missed.
          Keith Garrett

                    TO CATCH THE WIND


 Out there free, in the early morning light from 
 The sky,

 A shadowy figure stands motionless as the wind blows 
 Across the land.
 
 Feeling the fresh air swirling around this powerful 
 Spirit,

 It raises its head to the rising sun.


 Miles, and miles to the North, South, East, and West,


 This great beast can run under the wide open sky.


 This miracle of nature, a magnificent creation  from 
 Heaven,

 With speed and quickness, gallops to everywhere.


 Such a gentle friend which stands up tall,


 Fast, Oh! so fast he may run, and run to catch the wind.


                 Keith Garrett

                     All that I see


 Far In the distance, I see hills' standing still,




 Trees of green blowing In the breeze, falling leaves.




 Grass of green that I see below me, vision of paradise,




 A lake that sits' beneath the sky, this sky sometimes 
 Cries.



 I am a dreamer who sees with heart and soul,




 All that I see Is not only a dream.



                               Keith Garrett

                THEY ONLY KNOW MY NAME


 My face is seen through eyes that do not see,


 Opinions or judgement, anger or jealousy.


 They form their own truth, they make themselves 
 Believe,

 That I am something less than what I know to be.


 A first impression, a bad impression,


 Who are they who think they sit on a throne.


 If they look to the mirror, no perfection to see,


 They only know my name, they do not know of me.


 A story they tell amongst themselves,


 They do not stand and face me.


 It is only heard by my ear from breath to breath,


 They only know my name, they are known to me.


                   Keith Garrett  

                     THE FACES WE WEAR


 Take a look once in a while, slow down, stare 
 Into their faces,


 Do you wonder If they see your look on a certain day, 
 Are you okay?


 I'm not talking about the way you frown or the smile 
 That's loud,


 I'm talking about the reality when you turn back around.



 I've seen what walks in front of me, I've seen you but 
 I've seen me,


 We wear faces of today, we wear also our faces of shame.



 The faces we wear are a collection of a lifetime of love 
 And pain,


 What we have lost, beautiful things we have gained.


                        Keith Garrett

                   THE DUSTY TRAIL


 Traveling through an untamed land, I travel,


 All that I own packed upon my horse and wagon.


 There's a lot of quiet time thinking and looking,


 As the day ends I set camp, a fire, supper, and my horse.


 Noises of the night are owls, crickets, or the wind,


 Lucky am I to hold this guitar in hand.


 Feed my horse and off to bed for a little rest,


 A gun close by as I sleep with an open eye.


 Just call me bob as when the sun rises I'll be gone,


 A hot cup of coffee, a bite to eat, and off I go.


 The dusty trail takes me to many places of sight,


 I travel by day then it's time to stop for a much wanted, 
 Peaceful night.

                                          Keith Garrett

                     TEACH ME TO LEARN


 At times the words are heard inside, the sentences 
 Scrambled,

 Easy to say yes, I understand, harder to know the 
 Meaning of what's said.

 We can not do the work, if we are not shown how 
 To perform,

 If we do not get the picture then we do not comprehend.


 Teach me to learn so that i may understand and a 
 Lesson is mine,

 From a thought to a word, a sentence is formed, I do 
 Hear.

 Practice with my ears and mind to overcome an obstacle,


 A disability to conquer, teach me to learn, I will 
 Understand.

                     Keith Garrett