RUST FROM TIME


 Sometimes to recall childhood days are lost with 
 What life takes away,

 A bicycle of color sits for years until its age is 
 Seen through cobwebs so clear.

 A shed or a box of stored away and at times forgotten 
 Treasures are again a thought,

 Going back to a place where once we stood on sidewalks  
 Of ghosts, Friends we knew.

 Trees grow taller, houses rest where inside we once knew 
 Those with faces and names,

 Hills where we wandered have disappeared  with this 
 Changing world.

 Nothing seems to stay the same, faces fade, children 
 we knew all go away,

 There are those times when I can just stand there and 
 Somewhere in the wind.

 When the night is quiet, there's a fragrance in the air, 
 That feeling of that yesterday,

 Like a cloud or veil as the seasons change and we all go 
 Our separate ways.

 Thoughts change, some memories drift with passing winds.


 Rust from time, if so blessed then may we all play the 
 Memories in our minds,

 For just a little while longer.


                      Keith Garrett

                  OVER THE RAINBOW


 Where dreams await those who wish,


 Fantasies come to life, a heart does not ache.


 The magic of possibilities are a reach away,


 Hurtful things have not a place to play.


 Where beautiful things can not be destroyed,


 Birds of blue fly, they sing in the sky.


 Nothing to make you cry beyond a rainbow up so high,


 All the trees are filled with a fruit so sweet.


 Over the rainbow where all things Imagined may come 
 True,

 Thoughts of love and hope are clearly understood


 But heard of once before,


 Might there be such a place where these things can 
 Come true.

                  Keith Garrett

                   THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD


 Through a twister, she journeys' across the sky,


 From her home In Kansas, she and her dog said goodbye.


 To fantasy from reality In a place she fell,


 Of tiny people, In this land where they dwelled.


 If home Is where she wanted then a walk she would take,


 Down a long road of yellow brick, to a city, she would 
 Make.

 Along the way three friends' she would meet,


 Searching for something, each one was unique.


 Till the end, they would fight a wicked soul,


 Conquer and receive what It was they were told.


 Click your heels' together, one, two, three,


 There's no place like home, back there she would be.


                   Keith Garrett 

                ECHOES AND SHADOWS


 When the wind blows there are echoes in time,


 Echoes of all that have passed on by.


 The sounds of a lifetime, listen as the children 
 Have grown,

 Echoes of voices lost with the emptying hourglass.


 There are the echoes of those who once lived,


 Laughter of young ones, now part of the wind.


 Shadows of the seasons, one by one, gone,


 Shadows remembered of a man standing in the sun.


 Shadows of trees that stood tall in the sky,


 Across mountain tops, shadows from morning till night.


 Echoes and shadows from the beginning of time,


 Time passed by, seen from many eyes.


                Keith Garrett 

                 EASTER BUNNY


 Where does he come from, this figure of folklore, 



 A symbol of Easter from many generations ago.



 This rabbit that brings Easter eggs during the night,



 Also called the "Easter Hare" Sometimes shown wearing 
 Clothes.


 As legend tells, he carried colored eggs in a basket,  
 Candy, And toys,


 To the homes of children who were good and obedient.



 Easter bunny, Easter bunny, I thought of you during the 
 Night,


 A gift to me of a colorful Easter Basket, by morning's 
 Light.
             Keith Garrett

                                                                                    
                    DESPERADO


 More than one hundred years ago he lived,


 In a small village somewhere in Mexico, a boy.


 Poor was his family as each day was a struggle,


 There were those close by, the bad ones who stole 
 Everything.

 A day came when his village was destroyed, family killed,


 Survived did he to one dsy grow to be a man.


 Revenge would be his only friend, not a bad man was he,


 With pistols at his side he would seek justice.


 They called him desperado, a no good criminal,


  He stole from them who once took everything meaningful.


  His gun did the talking, anger ate at his soul,


  He lived by campfire, ate what he shot or stole,


 Justice was one day his, his reward was always on the 

  Run.                          Keith Garrett

                       THE WARRIOR


 Dressed for battle, he stands ready to fight, 
 The warrior,

 Fear lives within him fore this emotion brings wisdom.


 Strong as he fights for that which he believes,


 A lonely way of life but a man makes a choice, a stand.


 A family, not In this souls' plans, born to walk alone,


 This chosen way that may haunt Is just a house of cards.


 It's not said that a bad man Is he, quietly the sun rises 
 For him,

 This path chosen, a quiet one If those choose to let It
 Be Not a fight.

 Always ready for battle, though silently lives In the 
 Shadows,

 This wanting to be left In peace man Is a warrior on 
 His own.

                       Keith Garrett 

                   TAKE ME

           TO THE END OF THE ROAD!


 I'll walk the road from dawn till dusk In shoes 
 Of black,

 In the morning darkness my quest begins, but not alone.


 By my side stand those who come as strength and power,


 Hour by hour I'll trek along Into the street seeking 
 What's lost.

 Understand, my mission to this point In life Is to 
 Conquer,

 Fight a battle that has not been with eyes seen but 
 The heart.

 Hurt and anger, a smile of hope, will guide this 
 Searching man,

 A rainbow of fantasy, a treasure chest Imagined
 In a dream.

 Walk with me brother and sister, friends' and 
 Strangers,

 All that gather, show that you care, hold your fist 
 To the sky.

 Stand with me In the cold of the mornings' rising 


 Lend me your courage until my day Is done, this our day.


 If I should fall then lift me up, If I do stumble then 

 Words will comfort,
                                   


 Take me to the end of the road, take me to the end 
 Of the road.

                           Keith Garrett  

                     FOLLOW THE RIVER


 Watching the water as It flows' down stream,


 I walk Its' path on either side.


 As the river turns,' swaying from side, to side,


 The rushing water crashes and throws' Itself at me


 As I make my way along.


 On my journey past trees and hills,'


 Notice do I the bright sun and big white clouds'
 Passing me by.

 Follow, follow the river on a course chosen by Itself,


 Onward, downward until such a place where the water 
 Lies still.

 I follow the river to a resting spot,


 Now It Is time for this soul to sleep.


                Keith Garrett

                       FLOATING


 I stand not on the ground but from where I am 
 I can not stand,

 From so far In the sky, I fly, fly without wings' 
 Within the clouds.

 There's no feeling above me as below, no solid 
 Ground to touch,

 Living things' of few roam this land, large as It 
 Seems never ending.

 Down, down so fast but a feeling of weightlessness 
 As if a feather,

 Falling, falling from where I flew, where once this 
 Man stood.

 Closer and closer I can with my eyes see life waiting 
 For me,

 Back to where I once stood, down from where I once stood.


 For only minutes but what seems like forever a dream,


 Floating, merely floating down, back to my reality.


                         Keith Garrett