TO CATCH THE WIND


Out there free, in the early morning light from the sky,


A shadowy figure stands motionless as the wind blows 
Across the sky.

Feeling the fresh air swirling around this powerful 
Spirit,

It raises its head to the rising sun.


Miles, and miles to the North, South, East, and West,


This great beast can run under the wide open sky.


This miracle of nature, a magnificent creation  
From heaven,


With speed and quickness, gallops to everywhere.


Such a gentle friend which stands up tall,


Fast, Oh! so fast he may run, and run to catch 
The wind.

                                                                     Keith Garrett

                       KEEPER OF THE LIGHT


Up in the air, he spreads his wings,


He stretches to the heavens and sees many things.


This God of the sun, KEEPER OF THE LIGHT,


Soars in the sky on an eternal flight.


So peaceful is he, away up so high,


Forever and ever, this spirit will fly.


Keeper of the light, what do you see?


 Beyond the sun, a mystery to me.


 Through the wind, you travel round and round,


 Watching over this star, from you there's no sound.


 I can only imagine you're a spectacular sight,


 Fly way up high, keeper of the light.


                                                                     Keith Garrett

                     BENEATH AN APPLE TREE


Fall has come to visit once again, watch the leaves 
Float down,

The air changes here in this place, this place of change 
Over years.

One thing that stands still here among change is an older
Apple tree,

What stories it would tell if only it could speak the 
Words of a man.

Beneath this old apple tree rests in a grave a man 
Who once lived,

Let's say his name was Ben, who was he, so many years 
Before he was.

Ben was a family man with a wife and children on a 
Small farm,

A good life as he along with his family did age just 
As the apple tree did,


Ben one day went away, the apple tree stayed, it has  
Aged until this day.


Beneath an apple tree lies the body, the remains of a man, 
A memory,

Watched over and time spent, always, a man and a tree 
Together they be.


                           Keith Garrett

                                                                     
                       A MOMENT IN TIME



A speck of dust, just a trickle of water,


Soon would blow with the wind and dry into nothing.


Our time is now for we are a whisper wanting to 
Be heard,

A short period for laughter, remembered for what 
we leave.

For so long has time existed, the world, the universe 
So large,

We are but a fragment, a particle of all that was created.


A moment in time was this gift we were given from  
God above,

A moment to see and love all there is to understand  
From this,

Where we go from here we shall not know, but hold 
No fear,

Like many fallen leaves from a tree, we are one, 
We disappear.
                                 Keith Garrett

                        LOST IN THE WILD

To step outside the world I've known,
Leave It all behind and those who know me.



Off on a great journey to see It all,
Into the wilderness as If nothing else matters' 
Anymore.


To try things never tried before,
Experience life through a new open door.



Perhaps a fear of what lies ahead,
I trek across the land, survive If I can.



See many new things from my eyes,
Into the night, I hear nature cry.



Not expecting never to go home again,
Lost In the wild, Is where my life ends.


   Keith Garrett 

                   " I OFFER NO SURRENDER"


 You sit there princess, on the shore watching,


 Passing by under a full moon, am I to far to touch.


 The sea Is calm, quietly my boat sails' on by,


 Distant are you, away from me you stay, I wait.


 Circle your world as my search does not end,


 I offer no surrender, I fight through the dark 
 Of nights.

 Here you sit, an Image of Inner beauty so fine,


 My eyes can only see what a heart lets' It see, 
 Beauty.

                                                                          Keith Garrett 

                                                                                           
                    HERE IS MY HOUSE


                                                                     Here is my house, built for this world today,


                                                                   There is a gate so that you can't get through,



If not invited, there will be guns waiting for you.


                                                                   Two dogs growling, mean as could ever be,



An alarm system that calls on those who will hurt 
You indeed.

Doors of steel that should let not a criminal soul 
Get in,

Supplies for survival if this land must come to this.


 Here is my house, not one of dreams but of safety,


 Not the way our country should be,

 here is my house the way I see.

      Keith Garrett

                                                                                                         
                 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