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
CHILD WITHIN
CHILD WITHIN
Run and run until the day was done, fun in the sun,
Not a care, chasing butterflies within the wind.
A book that's numbered beginning with one
Until it's done,
I played in the sun, playing and laughing with
Children no more.
A child with adult inside, that would one day
find a way out,
Child within, the older we get always seeking
A part we once were.
Our faces do change, lines appear in the light,
Older by night,
Hair turns color as the seasons turn into years,
Eyes show more.
One less fear, a new one is here, another tear,
Dried with the years,
I see where I've been, we all walk our ongoing road,
we have a child within.
Keith Garrett
A WAND OF MAGIC
A WAND OF MAGIC
In hand, a wand would make me a magic man,
Not even a word and crime would disappear.
I could stop time, rid the world of trash or pollution,
Take away the sick waters of rivers and oceans.
Murder on our land would be stopped with a hand,
The ill would be no more, cancer but a memory.
I
could run fast or jump high,
A tear would be one less for all of mankind.
The cruel slaughter of creatures in the world,
With a wave from my hand, this would end.
A wand of magic need not be that of evil,
For love and good, the hand that holds this wand.
A wand of magic is not to be real,
We can wish, hope, and pray, that it all goes away.
Keith Garrett
SHE SITS ALONE
SHE SITS ALONE
In her cozy little home, she sits alone,
Out of the window the birds sing, they wait.
A lady awakes to her day, she sees the sun,
A smile on her face as she watches.
It's a beautiful day as she strolls out into the yard,
Into her garden with food for her flying friends.
Bluebirds can sense the table of peanuts,
They are most happy as they gather a favorite food.
She watches as the squirrels sit and eat,
She sits alone but never so alone.
There's a peace within the trees and plants,
She thinks and dreams, quiet is the scene,
She sits alone with friends that roam.
Keith Garrett
TO LIVE
TO LIVE
What is the meaning of life?
We do not know of god's plan,
To live, we must seize the day, laugh, and play.
Most are worried about surviving
From the clocks every tick,
As if to really live has no time for us.
when you awake do you see the light, the rising sun,
Are you blinded by the struggles of your daily flight?
To your ears is there the sound of birds
Chirping and singing,
Or only the echo in your head of all that must be done.
You need to stop and watch as the sun goes down,
A moment of peace before a regret that tomorrow
Has no plans for you.
Learn to dance, listen to the music you forget to hear,
Take a walk with the one you love
Until it's time to disappear.
Slow down just a little and breathe the air,
To live is to relax and enjoy,
To love and sometimes do nothing but see and dream.
Take notice that as we grow older,
Time seems to move faster.
The day will come when we must let it all go,
Pray that God's plan has a place for you.
Keith Garrett
ALL THAT I SEE
All that I see
Far In the distance I see hills' standing still,
Trees of green blowing In the breeze, falling leaves.
Grass of green that I see below me, vision of paradise,
A lake that sits' beneath the sky, this sky sometimes
Cries.
I am a dreamer who sees with heart and soul,
All that I see Is not only a dream.
Keith Garrett
THEY WERE DIFFERENT
THEY WERE DIFFERENT
He walked down the street full of laughter and fun,
He was poor with no money but no worries had he.
She was from a different world, of money and material
Things,
A young woman with everything but she had nothing.
He was free with dreams that were possibly only dreams,
What he wanted was only to be, what he wanted was she.
She was art, dance, and culture passed on by a family,
What she wanted was to be set free, treasure was not just money.
He appeared as a man whose clothing meant he had no worth,
But what is the worth of a well dressed man with no
Integrity.
They were different she and he, drawn together by feelings,
The heart, the eyes, the touch of man to woman and woman to man.
They were different but they were the same, walking hand in hand,
With what's love and pain.
Keith Garrett
MIGHT GOD BE A CHILD?
MIGHT GOD BE A CHILD
Never a picture of god, thoughts of a face like ours,
As a child, as children did we wonder or believe more,
The Innocence of a young mind holds fantasies of many.
Playing in a kingdom just as a child plays in the park,
Could this place be for a mysterious boys
Amusement or not?
Might God be a child, Is this why we grow old and die,
Possibly a magnificent little boy who created it all.
When there was nothing was there a who to think
There could be something,
Might God be a child? If so then how might this
Soul have been created,
How did we go from nothing to something,
Was God born from nothing?
Keith Garrett
FALL
FALL
Summer will go away, with it the miserable heated days,
The sun will find its way settling down earlier than yesterday.
A cooler breeze will drift down from the mountains, Fall,
Colors of change are among that which shows another season,
Watch as leaves float to the ground, color is all around.
Fog will roll in from oceans across many coastal sands,
Crisp mornings are a favorite, most beautiful sight,
Fall and all that visits with it, feel it from within.
Keith Garrett
AN ACT OF FAITH
AN ACT OF FAITH
Is there trust in yourself, what trust in others,
How far would you walk for another, what would you give?
Are you of a good heart even if in the end there is no reward,
Do you expect something in return for putting your life on the line?
Would you run out in the street to save a child or one in a burning car,
Is it a question of a moral value, fear and life is a thought that comes to mind?
An act of faith, would you take a chance, do anything for friend or man,
Would you give of yourself if there could become a certain end?
Keith Garrett
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