"JUST AN ECHO"


 If you listen carefully your memories can be heard,


 Words' and phrases, spoken or listened to are recorded.


 Thoughts' In your head feel at times louder, just an 
 Echo,

 Sounds' and scenes from a lifetime played over, can you 
 Hear.

 Noises from children playing back when just a child, 
 Just a child,

 Friends' from long ago, just an echo In time, listen, they 
 Can be heard.

 In the span of a lifetime like the wind moving by,  
 Created In an instance,

 An echo In time we will be, just an echo In time for you 
 And me.

                          Keith Garrett                                       

              "TRYING TO FIGURE OUT YESTERDAY"


 To live In the moment, that's what we do as we take
 Hold of today,

 The past Is no more real, a memory, pictures In an  
 Album To recall.

 The things' we've lost and discovered In yesterday 
 Remain with us,

 Wanting Is a feeling, an emotion of this, our human 
 Nature.

 What do we have today that we did not have yesterday,


 A little more and a little less fore to figure out, 
 Don't know why.

 A waste of time trying to understand what's been taken 
 From a hand,

 Nothing to be gained, only loss, precious time lost 
 In thought.

 So to the future we walk with arms' opened wide, 
 What's in sight,

 To yesterday a goodbye as we no longer try changing 
 The story,

 Trying to figure out yesterday when life leads us the 
 Rest of the way.

                              Keith Garrett

                    THIS BOY FROM TUPELO


 From Mississippi, born quite some time ago,


 The name of Elvis, would be forever known.


 Gospel music, he could sing very well,


 Growing up In a town, where the poor would dwell.


 He loved his mother, to her a song he would sing,


 Noticed by a man named Sam, to a boy, fame this 
 Would bring.


 A mansion known as Graceland, now the home for he.


 Always nearby, on him an eye they keep,


 Called the Memphis Mafia, Is who they would be.


 A show he puts' on, In such places well known,


 All over the world, his legend has grown.


 When his time came, the Lord made his visit,


 Away Elvis went with him, to the music we still 
 Listen.
              You would have been 86 on this day.
     Keith Garrett                    

                   THIS ROAD TRAVELED'


 Here I am, standing now still, which way shall I go, 
 Which way shall I go,


 Many paths' have I traveled,' until now these crossroads' 
 Of my life.


 There's no possibility, none at all In going backward, 
 There's no turning back,


 I've taken a look at what's behind me and now forward 
 Is the way, The way.


 We store memories In our minds' but we can't live In the 
 Past, Not the past,


 There's no living for the memories, we live for now, we 
 Live for tomorrow.


 I now have a new way to go Into the rest of my life, a  
 New Road I've chosen,


 It's this road traveled, It's my road to follow.


                                                                                                                      Keith Garrett

                          SIMPLE THINGS'


 Sitting on your couch just watching a show, me and you,


 Rubbing your feet and you rubbing mine, a simple time.


 Lying side by side In the dark of night, safe from 
 What's outside,

 Thoughts' of love shared between two, a smile from me,
 Tired is you.

 Off to bed, come on sleepy head, lights' out as we 
 disappear quietly,

 Window open as It's warm this night, crickets' that sing, 
 Hidden from sight.

 Given to each other the gift of  a night, love before  
 Slumber, Sleep darling, sleep,

 In the morning to the sunrise, cool In the light Is the 
 Breeze, Felt by I and she.

 A cup of coffee, hot as the taste welcomes us from sleepy 
 Eyes to a new day,

 Simple things' taken for granted, simple things'  
 Remembered From a bed, alone.

                             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

                           DECEMBER


 Snow covered mountain tops, wind blowing ever so cold,



 Leaves of yesterday falling into Winter, trees of .
 Emptiness.


 Storms of many coming to life, traveling the skies of 
 Life,


 Raindrops one by one then many at a time, down they 
 Fall.


 There's a chill that awakes, settling into the nights of 
 The season,


 Icy roads, lonely they seem, stretching endlessly Into  
 The Distance.


 Fog moves in from the ocean, creeping, floating across 
 The  Land,


 Creating an eerie scene of what Winter can be, most 
 Haunting.


 On the move are those wanting this most joyous season,



 A time of togetherness, a time of love and celebration 
 For all.
               DECEMBER, THIS IS DECEMBER.


                 Keith Garrett

                       COLORS OF WINTER



 There are many colors of Winter you'll find,



 Open your eyes, don't close your eyes.



 Like the leaves that fall on the ground, you see,



 A touch of yellow or brown they might be.



 As the sun shines its light on a frosty morning of 
 Cold,


 The black sky says goodbye while the blue takes a hold.



 Colors of Winter, so much to see,



 Like snow coming down or lights on a tree.



 These are the colors of Winter, I hope you'll see.




                  Keith Garrett

                             A WALK IN THE SNOW

 Come take a walk with me, yes! darling a walk in the 
 Snow,

 Hold my hand baby, walk with me as each other we'll 
 Get to know.

 I'm a little bit older as you are young, walk with me 
 In the Winter sun,

 Sweetheart, I know it is cold outside, that's why I give 
 My jacket to you.

 Reaching down for a snowball I make with my hands, 
 These cold hands,

 Throwing it at you in a playful manner as you stare 
 At me with shock.

 I'm laughing but you are bitter cold, pushing me down  
 With my face in the frosty snow,

 We stand underneath a snow covered tree, laughing 
 Together.

 Push, push on the tree, watch as the heavy branches drop 
 The freezing, white, snow all over the both of us.
            
  A walk in the snow, a walk with you.


       Keith Garrett   

                    A WINTERS STROLL


 Walking along the road with you alone,


 Under the sky of a Winter cold.


 Beneath the leafless trees all covered with snow,


 A chilly storm that visited last night.  


 The woods are empty except for the deer we see,


 Beyond, there are hills of white layered blankets.


 Further in the distance, mountains are a sight,


 Down from the sky, snow of white.


 A Winters stroll just you and I, hand in hand,


 A flowing river of Icy cold, where does it go.


 Walk with me through this beautiful place,


 We stroll along to a cloud covered lake.


 Listen to the wind, miracles surround,

                                        
 Winter is here, Icicles hang from rocks above.


 It may be cold but a warm feeling within,


 A Winters stroll, just you and me.


         Keith Garrett