CELTIC SOUNDS’

Irish music from a faraway land,

Mystical tunes Into my mind, they are heard.

Soothing to the soul, these words listened too,

Closing my eyes, drifting Into a dream state of peace.

These voices of Angels’ singing so soft,

Echoes Into your thoughts,’ feelings’ of at ease.

Instruments of sound, like a symphony of happiness,

Something of a heavenly miracle.

Celtic sounds’ from long ago,

Live on, and on like spirits’ In the wind.

Keith Garrett

“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

CHILDREN WERE WE

Echoes In time, treasured sounds dreamed In my mind,

From a lifetime ago In a place from the past, a town.

Walking In the streets, a simple time remembered,

Shadows, ghosts of friends’ thought of once In awhile.

Warm Summer’s with not a care In the world for us,

Young were we as If today might be yesterday.

With the wind, the years are swept away Into today,

The voice of a woman, a girl brought from a distant day.

Children were we just a moment ago, only a moment ago,

From a man to a woman again I might know, Images of children,

Thoughts of a place sometimes traveled In my mind alone.

For you,

Keith Garrett

WOUNDS OF TIME

Innocence and pure, the newborn child,

Day by day what’s taught and learned.

With an eye that which is witnessed,

An ear, sounds of many spoken thoughts.

Physical pain, hurtful words that disable and change,

Corruption and crime, nightmares of life that torment the mind.

Like scars, lessons that make us strong,

Wounds of time sometimes alter a clean mind.

Can’t is only a word, failure learned from weakness,

Our minds and bodies see battles over time,

Learn from them, survive, unkind are wounds of time.

Keith Garrett

COMING ON IS AUGUST

The end of another month, hot Summer nights are here,

Tomorrow a new day begins, a name for another beginning.

August brings us a most hated heatwave, long days are coming,

I awake in the night to heat that grows stronger into the morning light,

Coming on is August when the sun rises to a different Summer chapter.

Darkness fades early as the brightness of a morning new is upon us all,

Sleep well tonight, everyone across the world will wake to an August once again.

What to expect when we rise to tomorrow, get up early to a quiet start,

Coming on is August, I wait for a cooler day to replace its name.

Keith Garrett

THERE ONCE LIVED A MAN

Many lifetimes ago there lived a youthful man,

He worked hard, he did all that a man can.

On his farm, awoke when the rooster said,

Watched the sunrise, breakfast began his day.

A simple man who worked hard on his land,

Crops in the field, a little money in his hand.

He had a wife with a pretty smile,

She was there when the day was done,

As he walked in from the setting sun.

Supper on the table, tired was this man and wife,

A warm fire and some conversation till sleep set in their eyes.

Children were grown, an adventure of their own,

A mother, a father, in a home now alone.

There once was a man who loved all that he had.

Keith Garrett

DANCE HALL GIRLS

From a hard day’s work they come to town,

Out on the range, from their farms, from the saddle.

For a drink, a card game, or something to eat,

They come to let off steam, music, and dance hall girls, on this night in the heat.

In dresses with smiles, it is their job to entertain,

A drink with a cowboy, a fantasy for he.

They drink and they gamble, dance with the girls,

Hoping to spend a night not alone.

Dance hall girls in an old western town,

Men come from all over for the scent of perfume and a smile.

Keith Garrett

ANYTHING DEAR FRIEND

Just ask, If at all possible I will be there,

Do you need me now,? speak from your lips the words.

For you, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do,

Reach out and don’t be afraid, call out my name.

Anything dear friend, I promise this I say,

Hear me as I’ll never forget your name.

To get to you I’d walk the miles,

Sit and listen as the sun goes round and round.

Walkthrough fire to save you from pain,

Give up my blood so that you have one more day.

A part of me is something I could do,

The ultimate sacrifice if this is what I should do.

Anything dear friend, anything at all,

Let me know and I’ll make my way to you.

Keith Garrett

I’M JUST A POOR BOY

No car do I own, socks’ full of holes, day by day an hourly wage,

I lie there In bed worrying about tomorrow, a bed of my own.

No credit cards’ or a bank account, my only money In an aging wallet,

A table of food always, dinner as a poor boy will gladly serve.

Clothes on my back, shoes that take me to where I survive,

Blesses of many In a world of sorrow and strife.

I’m just a poor boy with a smile and a tear, a wish and a fear,

What I lack In gold Is made up of treasure discovered every day.

I’ll take a trip somewhere from my mind, to a place of fantasy,

A rich man can’t find, where a poor boy can’t buy.

I’m just a poor boy with so much to give, I give to you,

I’m just a poor boy, what’s a poor boy to do.

Keith Garrett

I’VE STOOD STRONG

I’ve stood strong, Oh! so long and watched time pass,

To see the sunrise, too see the sunset.

Above me, the clouds drift past each day,

Can’t see where they go, this Is where I stay.

In the dark of night, I stand not alone,

What keeps me company Is that which roams.

The wind passes through me on a journey across the sky,

I’m never cold nor have I died.

Many have visited and stayed where I stand,

Some are now part of this land.

I’ll still be here long after you,

I’ve stood strong, I’m different, this Is true.

By Keith Garrett