A ROAD TRAVELED



 When I awoke to a morning not yesterday,


 Young was I as my first footsteps were learned.


                                                                                         
 Walked did I into each different day,


The more I traveled, the more I changed.


 I learned of words, I saw many things,


 The sun I saw rise but now it's overhead.


 The leaves I saw were shaken from the trees,


  As the world turned, again the leaves were to be.


 Once a young boy played in the snow,


 The more he walked, the less the snow would fall. 


 Sometimes he would see but things could not be seen,


 A road traveled so fast, a blind man was he.


                                                                                          He walked very far, a life on his feet,


 He's on his way back, almost home, older than he 
 Used to be.
                        Keith Garrett

              WHAT DOES THE SKY SEE?


 From up so high looking down upon,



 Does the sky see me as I look back.



 On the hills' the wind blows' through the trees, 
 And swims does the ocean,


 Is this what the sky sees If only It had eyes.



 Can It see the birds' fly,


 Or the squirrels' climb the trees In the morning light.


 What does the sky see,

 Does the sky see me,

 Possibly only what your Imagination dreams'.


                    Keith Garrett 

         WHAT CAN A BLIND MAN SEE


 From the sound of anger, a pictured face from a mind,


 A clap of thunder, faces of darkness, a storm on the 
 Rise.

 The touch of a woman, from her fingertips to his face,


 Love can be seen from a man with a heart of dreams.


 A place with no light, what might a man see with no 
 Sight,

 Only that which he feels', always that which Is real.


 What can a blind man see, he sees what Is missing,


 Blinded from the eyes of of the ones' who miss what 
 They see.
                  Keith Garrett                                                                      

                  "POETRY IN MOTION"


 Always walking, consistently moving along or active,


 Constantly thinking, analyzing things' and people 
 Around.

 It's motion that keeps my body and mind alive and 
 Running,

 It can only stop If I stop, I'm a man In motion.


 Writing about the world and those In my mind, my 
 Wondering mind,

 Has given me sight, the ability to visualize and 
 better understand.

 Words' have no meaning without the mind to Interpret 
 Definition,

 Poetry Is song and emotion without Instrumental sound.


 A combination of these now lives In me, words' I write,


 Motion I have, I am poetry In motion.


                  Keith Garrett                     

           "SOMETIMES I THINK I KNOW"


 Sometimes I think I know what love Is but does 
 love know who I am,

 Will love find me when I'm lost or when I'm hiding 
 From the world?

 Sometimes I think I know why life can be so unfair,


 Things' I treasure seem lost and nothing Is anywhere.


 Sometimes I think I know why laughter has no thought,


 Do I see the joy and happiness that come from the heart?


 Sometimes I think I know why all that lives Is born to 
 Die,

 If I'm sure of anything then It's my hunger to survive.


 Sometimes I think I know and at times I have no clue,


 Will tomorrow even know me, where there be a place to 
 Think?

                     Keith Garrett

                                                                                                
                     HANGMAN


 On a dirty street, in a western town back in time, 
 The gallows,

 He is the hangman, stands always still as the shadows 
 Drift with time.

 He is everywhere, face covered always in a mask of 
 Darkness,

 Not a ruler but he holds the authority to life and death.


 A noose hovers, it sways with the wind, waiting for those 
 Who sin,

 You didn't just break the law, the ultimate crime 
 Lived in your mind.

 A life you did take, murder will get you a date 
 With the hangman,

 Many years ago when life was hard on the trail, 
 Guns an every day tool.

 When a man chooses the wrong road, decisions of criminal 
 Deeds will do him in.

 The hangman will watch as you climb the stairs, 
 Each step you will sweat,

 A choice you have made, time to pay, the hangman 
 does have his day.
                                        Keith Garrett

         " TODAY, TOMORROW, AND FOREVER"


 Today It Is that I awake to a new life, a new morning, 
 This morning,

 Yesterday doesn't need me anymore, she holds' no place 
 In her heart.

 Dreams' die hard fore wishes are merely a fairytale, 
 make believe,

 Float do I on a cloud of hope and prayer, seeing my world 
 Day to day.

 Does tomorrow wait for me, If so, look forward to my 
 Visit I will,

 Not yet written, what words' does It have for me, does 
 It hold for me a story?

 Forever In this world I can not be, I will fade away, 
 A memory I must be,

 Today, tomorrow, and forever, there will always be, 
 A forever awaits me.

                    Keith Garrett

                  " LEAVING IT ALL BEHIND"


 I stop where I'm standing, looking around,



 What Is this madness born to us all.



 Leaving my work, my home, and the things known to me,



 Go away to a place up high, way back In the hills'.



 There are no people of judgement to listen too,



 The loud sounds' of tragedy lost In my travel.



 There Is no anger or the struggle to survive,



 Out here, only nature to hear me cry.



 Leaving It all behind,



 The life that was once mine.


       Keith Garrett  

                                                                                                     
                 AN INSTANCE IN TIME



 Life is but a flash, just as a lightning bolt strikes 
 And is gone,



 The earth is a speck compared to this never ending 
 Universe.



 If each one us was even given a great gift of one        
 Hundred years,



 Like a particle of sand compared again to the age 
 Of our world.



 Like the wind blowing past and gone in the blink 
 Of an eye,



 An instance in time is what we are given to see and 
 Realize.
                        Keith Garrett

                 "THE DESERT HAS EYES"


 Across the land, voyaging Into the hotness of the 
 Powerful sun,

 I tread slowly so that I do not perish on my quest to  
 Finish, To weather the storm.

 Many things' of Interest as I make my way through 
 This obstacle,

 Of rocks' and plants' born to this world of natural 
 Wonder.

 By myself I've traveled for what appears' to be a 
 Lifetime,

 While the suns' now sinking Into the night as a cool 
 Breeze awakes.

 There's a fear being a prisoner to the Intense darkness, 
 The loneliness,

 Am I alone with what Inhabits' these surroundings', 
 They're watching.

 There are many eyes fixed on me, friend or foe, how  
 Shall I know,

 Some keep their distance, not wanting to attack, others' 
 Are stalking.

 Seeking to steal or cause great pain.


 I've seen the living proof, I'll make It to 
 Where I'm going.

              Keith Garrett