A BIG HEART
He was a small man but only in height,
He would lose his wife as a child was born.
Lou was his name, a man so kind,
Trying to survive, taking care of his daughter.
A job was needed, treated like some kind of freak,
Turned away, desperate, he would steal for a meal.
This is not who he was, why are people so
Ignorant and mean,
Confined to jail by one whom did not care, a much
Needed favor.
A daughter in danger, this little man with a big heart
Was needed,
Risk his life he would, even for those whom did look
Down upon.
A big heart in a man who did appear to stand taller
Than all,
Keith Garrett
THREE ROADS TAKEN
THREE ROADS TAKEN
The forest, the hills', and the desert traveled,
These three, these men of faith will be challenged.
Where do I go, alone will I know, asks the first seeker,
I'll take the first road, I'll find my way to the
Forest.
The way home for me will be found, we'll meet in a
Place,
The forest will show me many things, a search so
Beautiful.
It's time for me to go, my road has been chosen,
I'll make my way into the hills', these words spoken.
We will come together once more, somewhere in time,
Travel I will into the quiet hills' of discovery,
A road taken.
Fore the third wandering man will journey across
The desert,
A road meant for only he, unbelievable scenes
To his eyes.
The desert will teach this alone man lessons
Of the heart,
His way home will be hard fought, they will find
the same road.
Three roads taken, three men walk a path alone,
In the end, they will stand together in the hills',
The forest,
And in the desert, these men of three will never
find again this home but all will be as one,
they will find their way home.
Keith Garrett
JUST AN ECHO
"JUST AN ECHO"
If you listen carefully your memories can be heard,
Words' and phrases spoken or listened too 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
STORIES ARE TOLD
STORIES ARE TOLD
Traditions of story telling from thousands of years,
Around campfires and in homes in times of old.
Thought up from Imaginations or a small tale
That grows,
Fables told by a Grandfather to a child in countries
Of old.
A bedtime adventure from a book to send you off
to dream,
Around the world many have listened, stories
Across the sea.
Stories are told that touch ones soul," listen child"
They never grow too old,
Generation to Generation, within cultures of
Different beliefs, a tale that speaks.
Keith Garrett
I NEVER DREAM OF YOU
I NEVER DREAM OF YOU
It sure has been a long time, sir, now closer than
Once before,
I am older than you now, you were thirty seven as I
Was once seven.
Always thinking of you but why I never dream of you
Is not known,
Dreams fill my head for a lifetime as I can only make
Them up in the light,
I wish there were nightly dreams of you father, nothing
Comes to my mind.
I never dream of you, sleep does not let me ever see
Again your face,
Because you went away that day your face fades and that
Is hurting my every day.
What blocks you from my mind, does death take too
Much away,
I never dream of you but the memories will live
Until eternity.
Keith Garrett
DISMANTLING OF AMERICA
DISMANTLING OF AMERICA
History is a big part of the world, It will be always,
Good or bad we do learn from all that has happened.
There are reminders all over the planet of great things,
Discoveries, accomplishments that came with sacrifice.
There are statues and monuments throughout this land,
So many whiners offended by everything now, makes
Me sick.
Take down statues, disrespect cemeteries, get rid of
All memories,
Every piece of art, paintings, wars, and battles make
Us who we are.
These are reminders of hard times and great achievements
By many,
Is anyone offended by all the nuclear bombs all over
The world, I am,
Can we start removing those today, too much crying
Over silly, not so important stuff.
There's a war right here in America, hate towards
Each other, Plenty of violence,
The dismantling of America is now moving faster,
It comes in many forms,
The people of this country are doing it to themselves,
We don't need any help.
Keith Garrett
TUMBLEWEEDS
TUMBLE WEEDS
A long ride, not much in between,
Upon a quiet, deserted town I came.
Not a soul in sight, a breeze echoes through
This place,
Many different sounds as if people lived.
Only ghosts of a town that once had breath,
The back and forth clanging of an open jail house
door.
A saloon sign creaking as it swings in the wind,
I can almost feel those who once were here.
Only dust walks these streets, this town that died,
I'll stay here for the night, I'll be alright,
The only thing that will be my company are a horse and
Tumbleweeds.
Keith Garrett
MASTER
MASTER
You sit back on your throne and watch the world
Spinning around,
You hear the angry sounds, words of hatred that shatter
The grounds.
There Is screaming throughout the world, the winds are
Fierce with power,
here Is energy In fear and sorrow that destroys what
Is all around.
Flood waters rise high within storms that cause many
Souls to die,
Why master do the angry seas wash away homes, why
Must people cry?
The earth seems to be roaring like a lion, stomping like
A giant with anger,
Could it possibly be you master, are you with much anger
Over what man does?
Are tears from heaven so heavy that they wash away life
And destroy land,
Will anyone ever learn before all has disappeared, acts
Of nature or a sign?
There is rumbling everywhere with sounds of what In the
World is wrong,
Master, you must be disappointed, perhaps not shocked
As you know everything.
You saw this coming so why create such a masterpiece
And watch it crumble,
One thing learned from disaster Is that people come
Together but how much is enough?
Master, about this world that you command, you named
One who did really understand.
Keith Garrett
A LIST OF THINGS TO BE
A LIST OF THINGS TO BE
Never an astronaut, dancing slowly upon the moon,
Flying in a jet across the sky, no, not did I ever fly.
A Football star throwing the ball far, a dream that
Won't be,
Under the lights, a victory on a Super bowl night.
What is it like to be a movie star pretending to be
Many things,
Known everywhere, this is not what I was born to be.
An Olympic star, a racer of cars, I wanted to be but
That's not me,
A great writer, a hero of sort would be something
I might be.
A rescuer of the down and out, a conqueror of
homelessness,
I may not be an Einstein of genius, I am good enough
For me.
A list of things to be, how much can one man need?
Keith Garrett
FINDING FREEDOM
FINDING FREEDOM
The search for freedom and a fight to keep it,
After thousands of years more is taken away today.
It's all up for sale, we can barely walk in the hills
Anymore,
Dirt, water, and even air are not ours without a dollar.
We are not as free as we believe, we are allowed to do
As they say,
All wars are not about freedom, most are of corruption
And money.
Finding freedom when so much has changed is becoming
Rare,
We are losing it from every direction, before our eyes,
And behind our backs.
The enemy appears to be us, look to our neighbor more
Than across the sea,
Look around people, we are losing our rights, finding
Freedom between what is seen.
Keith Garrett
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