STAGECOACH

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

WE HAVE TODAY

Remember yesterday as we ran through the fields of play,

Children of innocence had much to say, no worries of the day.

Tomorrow has no memory, are we even in its thoughts,

Tomorrow is our hope, we have today, only today.

For granted is taken the morning’s rising sun,

As we slip into slumber, will we awake in our beds.

We have today to breathe as we please, with our eyes we see,

Laugh today, hold on, and love as much as we can.

You are energy, you are the raging waters that flow never ending,

You are the sparkle in the sky, the shining star that never dies.

Strength and power are you, stand tall and touch the sky,

Close your eyes, feel as your courage reaches far and wide.

We have today, My hand reaches for you, I am with you.

Keith Garrett

THE WORLD CRIES

Tears aren’t always a visible thing, form from within,

We cry about many things, tearful sing alongs remind me.

The young child loses their innocence to become an aging soul,

Each bomb dropped upon the land becomes another tear, my friend.

The world cries over silly things, so offended by everything,

Animals run from the fiery storm, the world cries, they surely do.

My mother died on a cool March day, she went away, cries, many cries,

As time goes by they will fade forever to the inside, the world cries.

Brothers and sisters, they cry for their sister who left this Earth,

Children of a mom who left their lives, cry beyond only one night,

The world cries for many who say goodbye, the end of this life.

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

I’LL LEAVE THE LIGHT ON

I remember the day when you went away,

Your bags packed, you’ve grown so fast, on your way.

A choice has been made, I’ll stand by your side,

What you believe in your heart is the way you must fight.

Far away the war has not stopped,

I’ll leave the light on until you come home.

I’ve written these letters for fifty years now,

Missing in action is what was said to me about you.

You’re still my love, what has become of you,?

My life is less as you have not come back.

I’ve held on to hope, a prayer every night,

After fifty years the reality of not seeing you hides from my mind.

I’ll leave the light on as I have since the day you drove away,

I’ll leave the light on until my last day.

Keith Garrett

I AM SEVEN

I chase butterflies and try to get moths from vines,

Model airplanes are a hobby done with my dad,

A vegetable garden out back, chasing the Ice cream man.

Coloring books and cartoons on a Saturday morning is fine,

A favorite cereal, lucky charms, and Frostio’s, a pop tart in my mind.

Watching the Little Rascals, the three stooges, other favorite shows,

Toaster pizzas and a glass of milk on a T.V. tray on a late Summer day.

Riding my bike, through sprinklers we ran in the sun, a day for fun,

I am seven as I would someday remember, walking in the breeze, climbing trees.

I go to school, walk as I dream, I am a child of nineteen sixty nine, I am me,

I run and play at recess with special friends whom I will soon never see again.

My world is different when I am seven, no worries of the future, only a child’s day,

There is a magical side to my life today, what will I remember of my time in a place.

Keith Garrett

LONG AFTER I GO

The world keeps turning, life marches on,

The sun will shine, the wind will blow.

Day will become night as in turn, night will become day,

Watch as the rain falls, the snow melts away.

Winter, Spring, Summer, and Fall, year after year,

Babies will be born, they’ll grow to disappear.

Long after I go who will remember me,

Long after I go, these things will still be.

Keith Garrett

“BUTTERFLY”

I can see in your eyes, oh! Butterfly, how is it you fly,

Colors of bright fly in the sky, Spring is your moment,

The warm season sets you free, you belong to no one.

Butterfly in the sky, you travel a great distance, floating,

Do you know who I am as you drift on by, peering into my eyes,

You are a butterfly, small and quiet, not long is your life.

Dare to fly, disappear before the night time, where do you fly,

I saw into your eyes as you did see mine, more than a butterfly,

Fly Butterfly, fly beyond the night to where one day everything meets.

Keith Garrett

FAVORS IN THREES

How is it possible to change the world,

Can one man get it started, where to begin?

Do a favor of unselfishness and ask that in return

This person do three favors,

Two more favors of you must be accomplished to start.

It is that someone first did a kindness for you,

They then asked of you to do these three things.

Favors of three may be quite a sacrifice indeed,

A price this may be that you pay in many a way.

A person, just one to take a chance is possible,

If each that have been given this gift does in return

Pass it on then it will never stop.

The world would be as one family, In other words,

A PERFECT WORLD.

Keith Garrett

SHE WAS NAMED ANGEL

She ran with the wind but the wind could not chase her,

The clouds moved swiftly as she ran from the clouds,

Racing the morning light, she beat the sun going down.

Chasing the day, she waited until the day was done,

She ran as far as heaven, beyond the sun, run, run, run.

She was named Angel, Magic as she could not be outdone,

Strong with spirit and heart, never giving up, in the end, she won.

Keith Garrett