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

                       MAN ON A CORNER


  Watching the sun go down, his stare seemed 
  Beyond the sky,


  A child so young, from this corner he saw them 
  Light up the night.


  Run with your friends as the sun rises in the early 
  Morning light,


  I have seen a man on a corner since my days of 
  Chasing butterflies.


  Where is it that he goes, what thoughts clutter his 
  Mind on many days,


  He begins back in time when he too watched a 
  Man on a corner.


  Playing many childish games, we ran until the sun 
  Set in the sky,


  Today as the children play, it is I who becomes a 
  Man on a corner.
       Keith Garrett

                      THE DUSTY TRAIL


  Traveling through an untamed land, I travel,


  All that I own, packed upon my horse and wagon.


 There's a lot of quiet time, thinking and looking,


  As the day ends I set camp, a fire, supper, and my 
  Horse.

  Noises of the night are owls, crickets, or the wind,


  Lucky am I to hold this guitar in hand.


  Feed my horse and off to bed for a little rest,


  A gun close by as I sleep with an open eye.


  Just call me bob as when the sun rises I'll be gone,


  A hot cup of coffee, a bite to eat, and off I go.


  The dusty trail takes me to many places of sight,


  I travel by day then it's time to stop for a much wanted,
  Peaceful night.

                                Keith Garrett

               A CHANGING SEASON


  Leaves of red and green, leaves turning brown,


  Leaves falling all around, they fall and touch the 
  Ground.

  Floating on down, wherever I'm walking, raining leaves,


  Suddenly a gentle breeze, blowing leaves beyond the 
  Trees.

  Nights showing up sooner as the days become shorter,


  Temperatures are dropping as the warmth of day, earlier 
  Goes away.

   A changing season is constant and repeats itself with 

   The changing years,

   Beautiful become the emptying trees,  naked and alive 
  without their leaves.
   Slower does nature grow as soon getting ready to take 
  that deserved rest,

  The animals are beginning to collect and store for what's next.


  A changing season sets in motion a cycle of  never ending 
  Energy of life.
                                    Keith Garrett

                  A BOY NAMED PAUL


  I knew a boy by the name of Paul,

  He went away late Summer or Fall.

  When he was little he played in the snow,

  These things I remember from long ago.

  I think of the smile he had on his face,

  It fades from my memory, yet there's still a trace.

  When I think of him it reminds me,

  Of just how fragile this life can be.

  It makes me feel special for he came to me,

  Just a short time before life set him free.

 There was a boy by the name of Paul,

  He laughed and played but that's not all.

  He had a life of which I speak,

  Cut too short, it did not reach its peak.

  I'll think of him as you do,

  A soul in heaven, a part of you.

  For his mother, Father, and Sister.


                    Keith Garrett

          A CHANCE TO SEE


  A chance to see fore never have I been able 
  To walk in light,

  A chance to watch the sun rise as never before 
  Seen but dreamed.

  A chance to see the trees sway in the wind as 
  The wind never seen,

  A chance to see the mountains that I never 
  Thought a ewality.

  A chance to see the clouds so big in the sky, 
  Drifting slowly by,

  A chance to see the waves in the ocean only 
  Heard through time.

  A chance to walk without a cane, to be free, 
  walk, and see,

  A chance to see a smiling face that might smile 
  back at me.

  A chance to see all the things that I have always 
  Dreamed,

  A chance to see what's never been before these eyes,


  A chance, a chance, to see what is in front of me.


                      Keith Garrett

                     A CHAMPION YOU ARE


  You tee off at dawn with club in hand,


  Swinging for your target, you take your stand.


  Giving up is not what you do,


  Eighteen holes, whatever it takes to make it 
  Through.

  Walking the course no matter how tired,


  Strength and fight are in you to win this match.


   On to another day, one more tee off,


  Again swinging that club till the end.


  Every sunset under par, Always a champion you are.

                               Keith Garrett

                          A BRIDGE I CROSS



  Far it reaches through my time,



  My travel across it, a neverending journey.



  Obstacles are sometimes in my way,



  I'll hurdle over or push out of my way. 



  Moving along, searching, always searching,



  For just a little more of things not to hurt me.



  Not ever knowing what's ahead,



  Stop I will not until the end.

                 Keith Garrett

                               1969


   I was a child in 1969, I had not a clue of the world,


  I knew of certain things, those of which I lived through.


  Riding my bike and a deadly Halloween night, that's right,


   I remember all that I did as a kid, a lifetime ago and a 
  family,

  Vietnam was a reality and I was protected by my childish
  World.

  Butch Cassidy and the Sundance kid, Clint Eastwood was 
  the man,

  Raindrops keep falling on my head, Simon and Garfunkel 
  Were grand.

  Scooby- Doo and all of the colorful cartoons that I knew, 
  i think of you.

  Baseball with the miracle mets, Bill Russell, and the 
  champion celtics,

  Joe Namath with his Guarantee, the Jets beat the Colts,
  Charles Manson, and history.

  The Innocence of the Brady Bunch, walk on the moon, 
  Led Zeppelin and a tune,

  1969 was the year when love and innocence were mixed 
  with my day.

                              Keith Garrett

                                  7 MINUTES


  We all have 7 minutes before something we must do,



  The same time before work is done and time to go 
  Home.


  7 minutes waiting or 7 minutes up, what be the 
  circumstances,


  7 minutes in the shower, 7 minutes on the phone,



  7 minutes before dinner, another 7 minutes all alone.



  Time is of the essence, time never stands very still,



 7 minutes late just may save your life, right on time, 

  Goodbye.

 In only 7 minutes, from good to bad, your world has 
  Changed,


  Snooze for an extra 7 minutes, it may do you a world
  Of good.


  7 minutes, a long time to suffer, 7 minutes to love and 
  dream.
                                   Keith Garrett