UPON YOU I FALL

                 Up so high, I'm created there,


                 Above the earth, up In the air.


              I lie and wait for the clouds to cry,


                Down on you, I fall from the sky.


                Throughout time, I've been found,


              Sometimes I'll make a different sound.


                 The sun will shine, I'll go away,


                   My time will come another day.


              There Is no pain when you feel my touch,


                 Down upon you, sometimes I am much.


                    I must fall for you to live,


                 To mankind, It Is this gift I give.


                                                                      Keith Garrett

                     ECHOES AND SHADOWS


        When the wind blows there are echoes in time,


            Echoes of all that have passed on by.


The sounds of a lifetime, listen as the children have grown,


      Echoes of voices lost with the emptying hourglass.


        There are the echoes of those who once lived,


        Laughter of young ones, now part of the wind.


          Shadows of the seasons, one by one, gone,


       Shadows remembered of a man standing in the sun.


         Shadows of trees that stood tall in the sky,


     Across mountain tops, shadows from morning till night.


         Echoes and shadows from the beginning of time,


              Time passed by, seen from many eyes.


                                                                   Keith Garrett 

                                                                                     
                 HE TOLD ME OF HIS LIFE

   As he sat down in his rocking chair he began to speak,


  With a smile, he invited me to sit and went about his story.


 His life as a child at the beginning of a war for Independence,


 On a farm in South Carolina, he lived with a father, brothers, sisters.


  He went on to tell of adventures in the Summer just before it happened,


 A big house, great times with family, working the farm each day was tiring.


    He must have been about ninety years old now, the war and those days long gone,


   A childhood recalled, swimming in the pond with a friend or two, the night's moon.


    He told me of this war being all around them, nothing would be the same, much change,


 Tears in his eyes as he described that time and place where brothers and family died.


   He sits in his chair today, many years away from there, he lives in that house today,


  He sits in his chair on that porch where as a child he played, he told me of his life.

      Keith Garrett

                         INTO THE WOODS


  Leave behind the concrete jungle and everyday expectations,


   Step out of your work shoes and Into another frame of mind.


      Away from the pain and sorrow of what a love destroys,


             Your heart and mind, leave far behind.


            Walk your feet Into a world of darkness,


         Hearing only the crunch of what's beneath you.


             No stress or the fast pace of It all,


         Only trees that watch as you pass by them all.


         Where all Is quiet except creatures that stir,


     This Is a different world where you will not be heard.


          No worries or crying over what's out there,


               Into the woods, alone I am there.


                                                                                              Keith Garrett  

                  IF I COULD STAND ON THE MOON


     From up so high beyond what Is sky, what I might see,


    Below motionless oceans, a creation of what was dreamed.


     The universe from all around before these amazed eyes,


   From where I stand the earth could sit In my hand, visualize.


     If I could stand on the moon then the stars I might touch,


      A comet speeding on by, a ride on It perhaps In my mind.


       Darkness stays here with me as I am In a far off land,


     What lives up here all dances In rhythm like a quiet song.


     Run I could not but float like a balloon would be this man,


 If I could stand on the moon then I would be on top of the world.


     Keith Garrett

                       "FOREVER"


    Above from the wide open sky the sun shines ever so bright,

      Will It warm our world always or one day say a farewell.

          What If the wind that we can not see goes away,

    Will It again blow across the hills and make the trees sway.

       The glowing moon sits like a lighthouse In the sky,

     Watching, always watching but for how long will It rise.

  The rain falls from the sky, from the clouds that drift on by,

  Will the drops take from the Earth the thirst so as not to die.

    See the animals run through the woods and across the plains,

       Today they live somewhat free, tomorrow will they be.

    We live, we love, dance to the music, sing from our hearts,

      Search for the happiness that makes It all worth living.

       There are things that may be never, things never lost,

           Nothing lasts forever fore forever we are not.


         Keith Garrett

                     AUTUMN COMES ALIVE!


      As the Summer ends and the night air turns cool,


             A feeling of Fall comes to us all.


      All around us the shadows change In their own way,


         The sun turns In early and shortens' our day.


      Through the trees, the wind blows dropping the leaves


       To the ground,


      Their colors have all changed as they make not a sound.


           It's time for pumpkins and many more things,


        Autumn comes alive! with the plants that It brings.


         Into the new season with the hope that It brings,


             These colors of Fall are shared with all.


                                                                                                                     Keith Garrett

                    THESE THINGS' I DREAM


    Within myself, thinking of  a place In another reality,




      What lies around me may be a different consciousness.




    This state of mind as I am not awake, floating, floating,




     I see a world like never have I Imagined before, I see.




 Visions' sent to my brain, pictures of stories past or future,




        These things' I dream, a mystery from an eternity.


                                                                               Keith Garrett                

                        THE WRESTLER


        Broken down, a man ageing In appearance and spirit,


         A lonely road Is wandered by this wanting warrior.


  His pain Is out there, It Is of the heart, love lives In the ring,


    The world does not need him, what he needs Is no longer there.


  Tears run down an old but regretting face, see him as he searches,


  Loneliness Is a prison of un-wanting sorrow, his fight has an end.


    Scars of yesterdays' blood are a reminder to a once young soul,


  The only thing of value left for a man Is one final goodbye dance.


    He Is the wrestler, battles within him are now done, darkness lingers',


  He walks In the sand, he sees the sinking sun, his day Is almost done.


He struggles to the ropes as he rises one more time through the pain,


 A tear, a smile, through the air, fade to black, he Is the wrestler.


     Keith Garrett

                        THE WARRIOR


    Dressed for battle, he stands ready to fight, the warrior,


       Fear lives within him fore this emotion brings wisdom.


           Strong as he fights for that which he believes,


       A lonely way of life but a man makes a choice, a stand.


       A family, not In this souls' plans, born to walk alone,


       This chosen way that may haunt Is just a house of cards.


  It's not said that a bad man Is he, quietly the sun rises for him,


   This path chosen, a quiet one If those choose to let It be not a fight.


     Always ready for battle, though silently lives In the shadows,


      This wanting to be left In peace man Is a warrior on his own.


           Keith Garrett