A COLLECTION OF TIME



                                                                                            
 From our first look, a picture, a baby book,

                                                                                                
 Pictures in school, pictures in the park,


 Home movies and videos, memories of who we are.


 A collection of time, scenes and images from a life,


 A scrap book of many filled and turned pages to see,


 Photo albums created from places, times with family.


 A collection of time, pictures faded, recalled faces 
 That change,

 All that which we hold onto, saved in boxes, dusty 
 shelves of thoughts,

 A collection of time, memories in our minds, treasures 
 Left behind.
                 Keith Garrett

                   A CLOUD CHOSEN


 I travel along across the sky, floating weightless,


 Down below there is you, recognize I do.


 Feel the wind blow through your hair, I am there,


 Call on me, if ever you need from me anything.


 I rest on my cloud looking down on where I once 
 Stood,

 In your yard watching the birds fly in the sky.


 There are many clouds throughout time, never ending,


 But it's this cloud, a cloud chosen for myself.


 A place to be alone, a place where dreams are real,


 The sun shines upon me, its warmth I feel, I can see


 Myself smile in the light.


 A friend that's true would do for another anything,


 If ever you need I will jump down off my cloud to be.

                                         Keith Garrett

                  A CHANCE TO SEE


 A chance to see fore never have I been able 
 To walk in light,

 A chance to watch the sunrise as never before 
 seen but dreamed.

 A chance to see the trees sway in the wind as 
 The wind never seen,

 A chance to see the mountains that I never 
 Thought a reality.

 A chance to see the clouds so big in the sky 
 Drifting slowly by,

 A chance to see the waves in the ocean only
 Heard through time.

 A chance to walk without a cane, too be free, walk, 
 And see,

 A chance to see a smiling face that might smile 
 Back at me.

 A chance to see all the things that I have
 Always dreamed,

 A chance to see what's never been before these eyes,


 A chance, a chance, to see what is in front of me.


                         Keith Garrett

                                                                                            
                 A CHAMPION YOU ARE


 You tee off at dawn with club in hand,


 Swinging for your target, you take your stand.


 Giving up is not what you do,


 Eighteen holes, whatever it takes to make it through.


 Walking the course no matter how tired,


 Strength and fight are in you to win this match.


 On to another day, one more tee off,


  Again swinging that club till the end.


  Every sunset under par,  Always a champion you are.

             Keith Garrett

                   A BOY NAMED PAUL


 I knew a boy by the name of Paul,

 He went away, late Summer or Fall.

 When he was little, he played in the snow,

 These things I remember from long ago.

 I think of the smile he had on his face,

 It fades from my memory yet there's still a trace.

 When I think of him it reminds me,

 Of just how fragile this life can be.

 It makes me feel special for he came to me,

 Just a short time before life set him free.

 There was a boy by the name of Paul,

 He laughed and played but that's not all.

 He had a life of which I speak,

 Cut too short, it did not reach its peak.

 I'll think of him as you do,

 A soul in heaven, a part of you.

 For his mother, Father, and Sister.


            Keith Garrett

                                                                                           
                     A BOAT LOST



 Slowly floating, adrift in waters so calm,



 Why does it have no travelers, alone.



 Fog and mist surround this shape of wood,



 Where has it been, where does it travel?



 No answers does it give to questions,



 Drifting, slowly drifting to a place of nowhere.


              Keith Garrett

                   A BEGGAR, A THIEF


 He wanders the streets, a taste for food, a thirst 
 For drink,

 Cold to the bones, waiting for a warm place to sleep.


 Asking for that which comforts his pain,


 Pride and self respect are put aside.


 A human being, a man with a story,


 A beggar today without any glory,


 Taking what he wants, no morals or remorse.


 Criminal thoughts, a good man not,


 Working for nothing, he does not care.


 He steals anything, he has no heart,


 A thief many times over, a quitter of sorts.


 A beggar, a thief, so many differences of course.

          Keith Garrett, 

                                                                                                       
                  A BASEBALL DREAM    



 On a farm he grew up, the early days of the game,   



 A bat of his own was made from a tree that stood alone.    



 He had a name for his bat, a certain magic it contained,



 Circumstances would get in the way, a dream put aside.



 Disappeared without a trace until he arrived on a day,



 His special bat carried in hand, this was to be his 
 Last chance.


 For only a moment he would stand beneath the lights,



  A baseball dream before he faded into the night.


                  Keith Garrett

                                                                                                  
                   1969


 I was a child in 1969, I had not a clue of the world,


 I knew of certain things, those of which I lived through.


 Riding my bike and a deadly Halloween night, that's 
 Right,

 I remember all that I did as a kid, a lifetime ago and a
 Family.

 Vietnam was a reality and I was protected by my childish
 World,


 Butch Cassidy and the Sundance kid, Clint Eastwood was 
 the man,

 Raindrops keep falling on my head, Simon and Garfunkel 
 Were grand.

 Scooby Doo and all of the colorful cartoons that I knew, 
 I think of you,

 Baseball with the miracle Mets, Bill Russell, and the 
 champion Celtics.

 Joe Namath with his Guarantee, the Jets beat the Colts, 
 Charles Manson, and history,

 The Innocence of the Brady Bunch, walk on the moon, 
 Led Zeppelin and a tune,

 1969 was the year when love and innocence were mixed 
 With my day.

                       Keith Garrett

                                                                                                         
                100 YEARS FROM TODAY



 Yesterday, what we see as hundreds of years ago 
 Is gone,

 History it is to us, read about in books of long 
 Lost times.

 The days are always moving along, we do take for 
 Granted the morning,

 The setting sun is a most spectacular sight, heading 
 into the night.

 Here where we stand may still be standing, another 
 Will be standing,

 100 years from today the world that we know will 
 Have much changed.

 Just as we wonder what life was like back in a time of 
 cowboys and pioneers,

 tomorrow's people will also wonder and read about our 
 Time and place.

 100 years from today we will be a part of history, 
 others will be amazed,

 Just as we are amazed and dream of those times when 
 The world appeared to be a dream.

                      Keith Garrett