A VIEW WORTH SEEING
Fortunate if you are to see through the darkness,
For granted do not take the gift of light, always night.
Scenes and visions from the mind are wonderful at times,
To open your eyes and nothing rests in your sight a fright.
A view worth seeing comes to the grateful eyes day or night,
The morning light with the birds beautiful in your sight.
Wherever you go a picture of color awaits, always changing,
Each day a different view, open your eyes to a view worth
Seeing.
Keith Garrett
BOOK OF FAITH
"BOOK OF FAITH"
I'd like to read to you a story, sit back and listen,
Dear friend,
This Is about a man who has lost and found things
Of happiness,
He Is not a wise man, although at times he knows of
Wisdom.
He Is not an angry man but anger lives within his
Spirit,
This man walks a road of at times fear and confidence
Lost.
Happiness Is that which he so much wants to hold onto
But there
Are those moments when to be happy can be a struggle,
A search,
He Is a man of Inner strength, he possesses no surrender,
Will not give up,
There are those times when weakness attacks and the
Battle rages.
He holds In him close to his heart, faith that all will
Be as it should,
That things will turn out, God willing the way he
Intended,
This man has much love In him as he did and still loves
But will Again love.
To live on his own, too live his life and again share
His time with Another.
This Is my story, this Is my book of faith told only
To you dear Friend,
Keep It with you always, may the Lord bless and watch
Over you
As your road Is traveled each and every day Into the
Rest of your life.
Love always, Keith Garrett
TRAIN RIDE
TRAIN RIDE
Awaiting Its' arrival, as here It comes to take
Me away,
Sounds like thunder rumbling down the track, whistling.
Puffing black smoke up Into the air, Its' headlight
Shining,
This monster of steel Is here, time for me to
Climb aboard.
Listen to the hissing from this steam engine, hear It,
We take off heading through the hills' with much to see.
From out of the window stare do I as we pass through,
Darkness from within a mountain carved out a passage.
Tons of rock and dirt hanging above us as we travel,
Moving through this tunnel Into the light,
Sun going down.
I listen to the sound of the power of this
Traveling train,
Out of the window, Is a clear sky as the light from the
Full moon,
Shines down, guiding our way across the land.
Keith Garrett
FRAGILE IS LIFE
FRAGILE IS LIFE
To be Is simple, a baby are we,
This miracle of life has no guarantee.
For just a moment we are here,
With the wind, we are gone,
We leave behind loved ones' as they must carry on.
So Is the cycle of life as we live,
Our time Is not certain, of course, It will end,
One day we will be just dust In the wind.
Our world has been here for so long you see,
But a journey for us Is just a flash It would seem.
Ever so fragile Is life I have seen,
A lesson just learned, not forever to be.
Keith Garrett
DREAM WORLD
DREAM WORLD
In the light, I saw them, a sky of Orange floating,
An army of ape-men dressed in full armor above,
On a hill, they stood, spread out far and wide.
Suddenly, music echoed from the sky, an Eerie sound,
I recognized the tune from an English band listened too.
My sleeping eyes saw them with many faces of fear,
Guns in hand turned before these eyes into
Electric guitars.
Watching Ape-like men come together as a band in a
Dream world land.
Keith Garrett
IN A DREAM
IN A DREAM
I saw you wandering in a dream,
In the dark, quiet as you searched.
Not a word spoken from your lips,
What do you seek haunted one.?
I can't find my way back home as each night I roam,
It is you who see me wandering in a dream.
What do you search for asking one?
You are the dreamer who saw me wandering.
Now tell me wanderer, who is the dreamer and whose
In the dream?
Is it only I and are you the dream.
You call me the haunted one but who is the haunted,
Not a word from my lips but you are the sleeping one.
What is it that you seek, why can't you find your
Own way home,
I do not know as sometimes I am in the dark and quiet.
Keith Garrett
MORRO BAY
MORRO BAY
We went away, far away,
To a town of sand and water to play.
At times' the winds' were cold and fast,
The weather changed, this did not last.
Life Is slow and peaceful too,
The people all friendly, something new.
We played In the sand with no worries of things,
A mother, a daughter, my two sons, and the joy
That they bring.
As they sat In the water, the boats we watched rest,
We all stood together to watch the sunset.
Walking the streets of this place never been,
Wanting to live here to call It my friend.
As It rose In the morning, the suns' rays of light,
All day It would let us enjoy such a sight.
We get ourselves lost In a place such as this,
Oh! nothing could be sweeter, the rest of the world
I would not miss.
If you ever get a chance to go to this place,
A fresh air you will smell, different foods'
You will taste.
When It came time to leave, feelings' bittersweet,
To this world of yours, again we will meet.
I wanna go back, go back one day,
To this place of peace known, Morro Bay.
Keith Garrett
SIX GUN SAM
SIX GUN SAM
Travels the land, on his own he stands,
Gun for hire, if the price is right, he'll kill any man.
A lonely road for a heartless soul,
You get what you get when sin is your gold.
He passes through most any town,
He's six gun Sam, someday a stranger will shoot him down,
Lay him in the ground.
A sad life indeed, he's got no family,
Not a friend to his name, when he dies, no man will
Stand at his side.
Who will remember six gun Sam,
The man who died with a gun in his hand.
Keith Garrett
STAGECOACH
STAGE COACH
Come with me, take a ride back in time,
The old West where stagecoaches traveled by.
See the dust in the distance, watch them ride,
From many places, from here and there.
Climb aboard, passengers of a lost time,
Drive on! driver, a journey through the years.
Big wheels and horses that take you to anywhere,
A dangerous ride back in a place where bandits hide.
Indians and highwaymen survive by the gun or knife,
Outlaws or desperate men steal and take a life.
A stagecoach ride may be peaceful somehow,
If along a safe road or beyond beautiful hills
In an old western time.
Keith Garrett
A SMALL HOUSE
A SMALL HOUSE
Along the banks of a river, is home,
Apple trees and hills of grass live here.
A small house for a family of people,
Food on the table and a fire burning warm.
Sitting on the porch, a fiddle in hand I am,
A pipe to smoke is an evening kind of thing.
Horses are down for the night, children in our sight,
Nineteenth century life is quite a fight.
A small house is all we need to believe,
Hopes and dreams are seen as far as our eyes can see.
Keith Garrett
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