THINGS I REMEMBER

The Summer heat, laughter and Ice cream cones,

Basketball, kickball, under a favorite tree with dreams.

Reading books, Cafeteria food and of course there was you,

Walking in the morning sun to school, before we were thirteen,

Elementary school, remember with me many Yorba Linda scenes.

Yearbooks and mad magazines, swimming pools and little league teams,

Stop N’ go on a bicycle for a coke, maybe a magazine, who knows,

Seven eleven and pinball, a pizza and maybe a Saturday show.

These things I remember from a beautiful town what is a lifetime ago,

We traveled many roads within the four seasons, we met at different schools,

Things I remember from within my mind, together these adventures with you.

Once you were a child, a teenager in the sun running wild, days so long ago,

Do you recall them, dear friend, I wish that I could see you just once again.

We left shadows, a part of each and every one of us back there in that special town,

We hung out and ran through the streets until our childhood sun went slowly down.

A Yorba Linda town.
Keith Garrett

THERE I GO DREAMING AGAIN

Why is everything backward and upside down,

Someone is always offended by something indeed.

We have war and murder from sea to sea, terrorism,

But wait! the pledge of allegiance is quite the concern.

More power for wars, countries arming themselves strong,

The confederate flag is such an important subject, wow!

When will they focus on the sickness in this world,

When will these silly games in our country stop,

There I go dreaming again, that the world won’t come to an end.

Keith Garrett

JUST LISTEN!

On the shore, sounds of the ocean are heard,

You can hear crashing of the waves, close your eyes.

In the afternoon, a Summer breeze, it whispers to me,

A windy day, Just listen! to the sounds that come your way.

A cricket on a warm, humid night, silence visits but there is life,

Just listen! you can hear whatever visits your wanting mind.

Keith Garrett

JUST AN ECHO

If you listen carefully, your memories can be heard,

Words and phrases spoken or listened too are recorded.

Thoughts in your head feel at times louder, just an echo,

Sounds and scenes from a lifetime played over, can you hear.?

Noises from children playing back when just a child, just a child,

Friends from long ago just an echo in time, listen, they can be heard.

In the span of a lifetime like the wind moving by, created in an instance,

An echo in time we will be, just an echo in time for you and me.

Keith Garrett

THE WOLF IS ALWAYS AT THE DOOR

Knock! knock! who can that be at my door, not in the sense that you’ll hear,

The day may start out great and for all you know a day so wonderful.

You stroll peacefully out the door on perhaps a nice sunny day,

To the mailbox, you arrive, surprise, surprise, what might be inside.

People are everywhere trying hard for a better life but they are watching,

Whom is out there keeping tabs on you, eyes watching from beyond the sky,

Satellites roaming day and night, do they keep watch over evil or our every night.

Helicopter’s circle in the dark, through your windows do they take notice of all you do,?

So you think your phone you own, they listen to your words, know where you go.

The computer is great but watch what it is you write or say, they know how to read,

Criminals of great intelligence are among us, they quietly roam the world seeking

They’ll take your identity or maybe your life, scams of plenty that will ruin your day,

The wolf is always at the door, a face that changes more and more, day by day.

The man is out there, eyes and ears are hidden from your view, be very aware and careful.

Keith Garrett

SPRING OF 1887

The weather was now warmer, beautiful were the days,

Times were changing, it was the Spring of 1887.

A father and my family would have to move away,

Hard times, I could see the tears form in his tired eyes.

A new family bought our farm, this place where I grew,

Memories for me as I passed it by each day.

My husband’s niece would come to live and stay,

A young girl’s father who would soon pass away

There was much happiness mixed with the struggles of life,

A town in the Spring of 1887 is where I could be found.

Times were changing but much life was still ahead,

Times with family and friends, written words, and books to come.

Keith Garrett

FROM HERE TOO THERE

I stroll back down the road of time, too a place where the years hide,

I am a searcher of lost things, they exist only in memory, in a dream.

Back there was left a piece of my heart, take my hand, help me find,

Show me a way too close the door, move forward into my life.

I saw you all in sleepless night dreams, you did not age, not for me,

I see your faces on a magical screen, still the same pictures from my mind.

From here too there, I’ve traveled back to the past, I see this today,

Where did you go, young lady, as I wandered my world, disappeared.

Your words are heard, no voice, written to read, thoughts for my day,

From then too now is where it is I stand, from here too there, take my hand.

Keith Garrett

ON A SHIP TO MANY LANDS

Let’s us take a trip together, we have the time, let’s sail,

We’ll pack our things, board that ship bound for exciting lands.

Around the world we go, traveling across the waters on a ship,

Where we are heading will be to places never seen by our eyes.

Around the world, Australia, Ireland, Greenland, what a world,

Alaska, Switzerland, Hungary, we’ll see it all, we may never go home.

Germany, Italy, France, there’s so much beauty from Gods created thoughts,

Scotland, England, on a ship to many lands, across the oceans, on a ship we stand.

We’ll have sailed the seven seas and seen the moon and stars hand in hand.

Keith Garrett

FEET IN THE CREEK

Beneath the trees that touch the sky,

Down where their leaves fall to the ground.

Across a meadow, beyond the grass so tall,

A creek with flowing water, I travel under the sun.

What a treat, my shoes are off, my feet in the creek,

Under these trees that have stood here for some time,

Beneath the blue and clouded sky, water touches my feet

Feet in the creek, a cool, flowing breeze, just these things and me.

Keith Garrett

CATCH A DREAM

We chase, search out and run as fast as we can,

While we sleep the greatest things can happen,

Run do we very fast, jump so very high to touch the sky,

Jump on the rooftop, flips in the air, slow motion if you please.

Always for me money floating down a stream, a pile in the street,

Just as it is grabbed by my hand disappears does it as I become awake.

We all have been there when a monster chases us and then we are elsewhere,

Dreams are always so mixed up, at times tiring as we are in places of mystery.

Floating in the air, suddenly in a bubble, we drift onward to where nothing makes sense,

Catch a dream, hold on tight and bring it back home with you tonight, any night.

Catch a dream, dream, to be all that you hope to be, dream the perfect scene.

Keith Garrett