WHAT MAKES GOD SAD?
The wonders of the world, for us he made,
A cool felt breeze on a Summer's day.
Mountains that stand so tall up above,
Oceans and rivers, that which does live in them.
What makes God sad is the hatred towards one another,
The destruction of land for a dollar put in hand.
Thinking of only one's self, perhaps not lending a
Helping hand.
Murder, the taking of a life, this wasn't his plan.
Pollution of lakes and streams, toxic waste not dreamed,
The air being destroyed, does anybody even care.
Abuse of all that is here, what man values is not what
He shared,
What makes God sad should bring shame to this world.
Keith Garrett
REMEMBER THIS MAN
REMEMBER THIS MAN
He lived in a time of war and pain,
A knight of a King, a warrior with a name,
On an island that rests across the sea,
Remember this man who fought in old England.
Centuries ago, stories of old, a time of blood,
Lived by the sword, a fighting man on a horse.
What was his name, does it matter this day,
Did he sacrifice, did this man make a change.
What was accomplished by the blood on his sword,
He killed for a king, a man on a throne.
Tears in his eyes, perhaps on the day he did die,
With his last breath did he ask forgiveness to the sky.
Keith Garrett
STRENGTH AND POWER
STRENGTH AND POWER
With so much force and power am I,
Formed In the beginning, only time knows just why.
I travel and move up and down,
Over and under, my crash forms a sound.
All that lives here answers to me,
These creatures are many, on land they're not to be.
I move along across the sand,
Sometimes I'm sitting calm, other times, high I'll
Stand.
Everywhere Is seen by me,
I've visited far off places just like thee.
Throughout time many have sailed across my path,
At times kind I am to them but so many have felt my
Wrath.
I am strength and power, I am the ocean.
Keith Garrett
WHERE DID YOU GO, MATHILDA?
WHERE DID YOU GO, MATHILDA?
I saw you In the morning, slept with me you did last
Night,
A tear In your eye but yet you did not cry, a time
For goodbye.
The sun was shining bright, I saw you last night beneath
A full moons' light,
The bed has cobwebs, only a trace of where once a smile
rested beside me.
Love was as I once loved, forever was today and tomorrow
Never knew,
Where did you go Mathilda, where are you now, why did
You forget?
A cool breeze visits' an open window, the stars' hide
Within the searching clouds',
I saw you last night as I drifted beyond a dream, when
I awoke, there was only me.
Where did you go Mathilda, why did you go away, where did
You go my Mathilda?
Why was It, you could not stay.
Keith Garrett
WITH EYES CLOSED
WITH CLOSED EYES
Many things' are noticed when one can't see,
Against our face the wind, or a bird chirping In a tree.
From the air, the sound of a plane soaring by,
Thunder claps as loud as a sonic boom.
People laughing with each other, driving past,
Dogs' barking In a near by yard as they're listened to.
The sound of music heard through an open window,
Two people In love saying goodbye at the door.
There are many, many things' we notice with closed eyes,
Not only the darkness that's' with us Inside.
The mind will open at the time our eyes close,
And see more than can be Imagined In this dark world.
Keith Garrett
WIND IN THE FOREST
WIND IN THE FOREST
Wandering, walking, leaving behind this world for
A while,
Letting my footsteps' take me beyond what I know,
Letting go.
Deep, deep Into a land of which perhaps there's
No return,
Chances taken by a man with many fears, today I live.
Trees so high that darkness fills the sky, can't
See the light,
Where the moon rests, not visible to these searching
Eyes.
Sounds' of the forest are the only company to me,
Speaking words to the trees, does anything listen?
I can feel and hear the wind In the forest,
It speaks In sound, It Is with me, It finds me.
Keith Garrett
WATCHER OF THE SEA
WATCHER OF THE SEA
High above the water, overlooking the ocean,
Built above the rocks standing tall under the sky.
With Its eyes of light so bright watching for those,
Guiding whom might approach these shores, looking.
For so many years It sees, watches, and waits,
As from across the horizon, travelers make their way.
Watcher of the sea, keeping your eye on what Is all
Around thee,
Whether the light of day or the dark of night,
You watch.
Trusted by many are you, counted on for safety,
You are the watcher of the sea, lonely as It may be.
Keith Garrett
WHAT MY EYES SEE
WHAT MY EYES SEE
My eyes see differently than once a child did see,
Reality of all that's around, a world of recognized
Sounds.
What my eyes see are not the coloring books and
Cartoons,
Not the exploring of our neighborhood and childish
Ways.
Not the magical world from a young boy's eyes lost
With time,
What my eyes see are a different kind of beauty and
Some insanity.
This world has changed, along with the changes in me,
What my eyes see are so many things that I never
Dreamed.
Keith Garrett
A PAGE FROM YESTERDAY
A PAGE FROM YESTERDAY
Memories, a window to our past, pictures of special
Times,
Friends we once knew, where are they now, somewhere.
There are those no longer among us, their story
Is written,
A book closed, put away on a shelf but forever
cherished.
We thought as children that life was magic and wishes,
Teenagers having fun trying to figure out where we
Were going.
We were fortunate to have been given such friends'
Back in time,
Lucky If we are still blessed with their presence today.
We take a page from yesterday, off comes that book from
Its place,
Remember that friend In our heart that never disappears,
That face.
A voice that was once heard, a smile, now an echo,
Forever a thought,
Well! today some of those faces, those voices, and a
Smile remembered.
Are here to share a night, a memory and a page again
Written, a book,
Keith Garrett
MY MIND IS AN ISLAND
MY MIND IS AN ISLAND
My mind Is an Island, many places to roam,
Different things that I see when I'm on my own.
If wander I do too far away,
Lost might I be In this land made for me.
See as I do and think as I may,
There are beautiful things In my thoughts every day.
I can find my way back too where It Is I should be,
If I'm looking the right way or a trail I might leave.
My Island can be peaceful and sunny or stormy and dark,
I'd rather be happy and have my Island be a walk
In the park.
Keith Garrett
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