FROM MY OWN EYES'


 There are many things' that I can see,
 The blue sky above and the light that the 
 Sun brings.




 I see those who wander all around,
 They have no home, they don't make a sound.





 I see those who are only concerned with their own,
 They have not a care for others' around.



 The trees that I see move from the wind passing
 Through,
 I see the birds' fly fore this they can do.




 What Is It I see when I'm looking at you,
 Is my future still to come, for us things' we 
 May do.

                       Keith Garrett 

                    "FOLLOW ME"

 To everywhere, I start from here, where I stand 
 I'll leave behind,
 Watch my steps and join with me, I'll walk from 
 here and travel far.
 I'll travel by bicycle across the land, across 
 The open road,
 Around the world, around the world, follow me 
 So very far.
 In a driven car from here to there, Into the sun 
 I'll make it there,
 Follow me as I wander through country of never  
 Ending Horizon.
 The sounding whistle of a rumbling train catches 
 My eye,
 Take my hand and jump Into a boxcar, ride, we will 
 Ride.
 Across the hills, over the bridge and through tunnels 
 Of darkness,
 Faster we move to where It Is we travel, follow me, 
 Follow me.
 I am the captain, I will be your guide as we journey 
 Under God's sky,
 Soon we must part from this locomotive driven by the 
 Man who cry's.
 Down a grassy slope we walk many miles with the wind 
 At our backs,
 In the distance It sits, a giant balloon waiting 
 Under the stars of the night.
 Follow me, tired as we make our way through the trees, 
 Into a dream,
 It stands so high as we board It climbing up, up 
 Beyond the clouds.
 Drift with me Into the wind and hang on to my arm 
 As we vanish,
 This Is the best of life, down, down we fall slowly 
 To the ground.
 Now take my hand and get ready as we begin a flight
 Through the night,
 Fly with me above the world, hold on tight, we are 
 In heaven tonight.
 This journey takes us on a beautiful boat dancing 
 On the sea, Follow me,
 Around the world follow me, an adventure for two, 
 Not many will ever see.
                                                                                           Keith Garrett

                 DOES THE SKY DREAM?


 The sky Is always night somewhere In our world,


 Does It dream as It sleeps, there where It rests.


 Awake as It does to the morning sunlight,


  In another place, It goes to bed again for the night.


 There are friends all around this wide open space,


 That watch over each other In Its universe.


 Does the sky dream? always as It exists,


 What would It say If to us It spoke?


                     Keith Garrett                

                  UNDER THE STARS'


 We made camp as the sun went down, darkness now,


 A fire burns, the glow upon your face projects 
 An Image of beauty.

 There's a cool breeze blowing across the land, 
 Through the trees,

 Rest do we beneath the full moon of color, 
 You and I tonight.

 The crackling wood has a tune of Its' own, giving 
 Off a shining light,

 So quiet and peaceful, sharing this land under 
 The stars of life.

 See me, see this man of hope and dreams by a
 Fire next to you,

 Stand up and take my hand, around this warmth, 
 Dance with a smile.

 A vision of what may be, alone out here next to 
 You with a dream,

 Love Is not promised, love makes a path of maybes, 
 Under the stars.

                Keith Garrett

               "TO BE REMEMBERED"

 What Is the worth of a man or woman, who will 
 Judge,
 We are born Into the world, this place we call 
 Earth.
 Stranger's are we as to each other we first see,
 Becoming a family as we grow with the years
 As an Individual how do we judge ourselves 
 In the mirror of time,
 A time to be born and as the clock ticks we have 
 Our day to be gone.
 Am I a good and decent man who shares a smile 
 With a stranger,
 A woman so kind and generous that her own pain 
 Is not shared.
 To be remembered by those who are loved In 
 The greatest way,
 To know that In their heart's lives a place 
 For you always.
 We came Into this world with no promises of 
 Everlasting friends,
 That special love was not given to us so that 
 Alone we could not love.
 Selfish are the ones who wish unhappiness to 
 Those who are happy,
 Letting go or saying goodbye Is a gesture so kind 
 Of the heart.
 To be remembered for a smile, a hug, or a  
 Listening Ear is of worth,
 To be judged Is not of any loved ones fore we 
 Judge Ourselves with
 The truth that rests In our heart and souls, 

 To be remembered Is to be good and decent, kind 
 And generous,
 A good person, man to woman.

                                                                                                              Keith Garrett                                                

          THE DREAMING DANCER


 Dance, dance all around, this angel with 
 Grace so fine,

 Pirouette to the musical sound, dance, dance for me.


 Her beautiful, Auburn hair moves with her motion,


 Eyes sparkling bright in the soft evening lights.


 Body and soul, dance, dance around the floor,


 Your beauty is electrifying, I watch your Air, En L'


 You are an artist, assemble do you with perfection,


 I watch for you are the dreaming dancer tonight.


 You're a dream as you Arabesque in silence,


 Wear do you such a magical smile, dance for me.


 Soubres lovely darling as you are from heaven,


 Your Arque is of a special talent, the dreaming dancer.

                   Keith Garrett

                THE BOUNTY HUNTER


 A lonely life he leads roaming from here to there,


 Across the desert and through the hills he travels.


 For hire, always for the dollar, he'll ride,


 His friend is the gun, he hunts the wanted man.


 Not a family or restful home of his own,


 Every sunrise or sunset maybe his last.


 Across the country, a man, a gun for hire,


 The bounty hunter rides into the sun,


 Work for this man is never done, always the 
 Firing gun.

 Watch out that he doesn't come for you,


 He is the bounty hunter.

                   Keith Garrett

                 THE ADVENTURE OF LIFE


 It holds many doors, different roads to choose from,


 Chances are taken as we turn the page.


 Life is an adventure, different chapters are written,


 Only can it be wasted if we stand still too long,


 Moving into the future, playing a different game.


 We must read from different books,


 Experience different tastes of another type of food.


 We leave behind people and things, sometimes we must 
 Let go,

 Carrying into the future our memories or lessons 
 Learned.

 Sometimes it's difficult to miss but we learn to 
 Adjust,

 Changes upon changes as the wheel keeps turning.


 The circle of life is never ending, nothing may 
 Stay the same,

 The adventure of life is a most wonderful but hard 
 Game to play.
                       Keith Garrett 

                SHADOW ON A CURB


 A boy I remember who once sat on a curb,


 On a warm, sunny, day over fifty years ago, I say.


 Listening to the airplanes going by, fly so high,


 Hands rested on his face, a street and a place far
 Away.

 He would stare from where he sat, a thinking child,


 I remember him well when he lost that smile.


 A car that no longer moved, the life in it lost,


 Now the memory of a man who sat at the wheel.


 A place and a street that exists till this day,


 A curb, where once a boy no more dreamed and played.


 What has faded now is a man and a car,


 A boy who aged more than a father who at one time


 Carried him on his shoulders.


 Now from the trees, only a shadow on a curb you'll see,


 A memory of a boy who sat and stared at a car driven 


 By a father who he can no longer see.

                                                                                                                   Keith Garrett   

                                                                                             
                     SHADOW RIDERS


 Men crumble,  their sins they can not hide, 
 They run,

 From the expressions on their faces, aging lines 
 Of haunt.

 One of them runs, the other chases, they both run
 Together,

 One tries to hide his guilt and pain, the other 
 Chases To forget.

 Shadow riders, at different times they are the rider, 
 the other prey,

 They are from a time of civil unrest, they kill and  
 Then Die in a place for them.

 It takes its toll, the hunt and the run, tears from 
 Men Dry up in the sun,

 Nothing more to be said, two dying men soon would be 
 Dead, Blood on their hands.

 Ones knife in the desert sand, a gun left on a 
 Deserted land,

 Walk in a different direction, shadow riders are 
 Never seen again.
                          Keith Garrett