BARBARA JEAN


  You were standing by your mamma, you were 
  Just a litt;e girl,

  Backwards' the wind takes my thoughts' Into what 
  You as a small

  Child could be, a little girl named Barbara Jean.


  In you lives, still this dreaming young spirit that flew 
  Forward,

  The wind and time has carried you, such a wonderful 
  Mother,

  Here to where you still wander and dream, you! 
  Barbara Jean.

  You are just days' older, every day, one day older than 
  Yesterday,

  Stand you still do as always your mamma watches 
  Over you.

  Not there was I for each of your childish birthdays', no,
  Not yet,

  Fore all the ones' you would celebrate would bring us 
  Together sooner.

  I believe In my wishes and dreams' that you are younger 
  Than yesterday,

  With much love from a son who says' thank you to a girl 
  Named Barbara Jean.
  Rest in peace, Mom.
                   Keith Garrett

                             AUTUMN COMES ALIVE!


  As the Summer ends and the night air turns cool,


  A feeling of Fall comes to us all.


  All around us the shadows change in their own way,


  The sun turns in early and shortens our day.


  Through the trees the wind blows, dropping the 
  Leaves to the ground,

 Their colors have all changed as they make not a sound. 

  
It's time for pumpkins and many more things,


  Autumn comes alive! with the plants that it brings.


  Into this new season with the hope that it brings,


  These colors of Fall are shared with all.

                                     Keith Garrett

                            ARMS OF GOD


  Outstretched, they reach far and wide, around 
  The world,


  Fierce and strong, they can crush or destroy what's
  Needed,


  Careful and loving as they will comfort when the 
  Going is tough.


  A being so full of mystery, with power and wisdom so
  Unknown,


  Creator of all that we know and more, arms of God will 
  Carry us home.


  Wherever you may be, within all that we see, they exist 
  To help us up,


  Touching a universe that seems to have not an ending of 
  Discovery,


 The arms of God are not to be seen as they are not a fantasy 
  Or a dream.

                         Keith Garrett

                   1943 NICKEL


  A nickel I came upon, old is its age,


  Dirty and worn, 1943 had a name.


  When it was made, which first pocket did hold,


   A celebrity of movies or a farmer tired at night.


  Could it have been the great Joe Dimaggio, 


   As time went by possibly a singer or olympian.


  A little boy had a nickel in his pocket, grew did he,


  A famous writer he became, a 1943 nickel, where 
  Could it be.

  Beyond seventy years this silver looking coin has 
  Traveled,

  Today it rests with me, who held onto it in 1943?

      Keith Garrett

                             CHILD WITHIN


  Run and run until the day was done, fun in the sun,


  Not a care, chasing butterflies within the wind.


  A book that's numbered beginning with one until it's 
  Done,

  I played in the sun, playing and laughing with children 
  Nomore.

  A child with adult that would one day find a way out, 


  Child within, the older we get always seeking a part 
  We once were.

  Our faces do change, lines appear in the light, older 
  By night,

  Hair turns color as the seasons turn into years, eyes 
  Show more.

  One less fear, a new one is here, another tear, dried 
  With the years,

  I see where I've been, we all walk our ongoing road, 
  We have a child within.
                                           Keith Garrett

                           THE ICE CREAM MAN


  On a hot, sunny, day travel through your 
  Neighborhood I do,

  Driving My white truck blasting a tune, a 
  Quarter will get it for you.

  The music is my warning, like a drug it turns 
  Children into addicts,

  They run screaming across their yards, someone 
  Please give me some money.

  Chase me they do, watch them run under the 
  Summer sun,

  Give up they will not, waiving treasure from their 
  Hands for a treat.

  I am the ice cream man, listen to my music, and for 
  A price an Ice cream in hand,

  Snow cones, popsicles, fudge bars, and more, my 
  Little truck is an Ice cream store,

  Listen for the music, it will make your mind spin, I'm 
  The Ice cream man so dig in.

              Keith Garrett

                  FOR THIS RANCH, WILL YOU DIE?


  This place of beauty has stood here for generations,


  Built by a great, great, Grandfather a long time ago.


  Times have changed in this world around a ranch,


  The fight to keep what is yours has been since time began.


  You battle, climb the hill with sweat and tears, for this ranch,


  Family before you have sacrificed in ways you can't 
  Understand,

  What does your heritage mean to you? will you die if they 
  Try to take your home?

   For this ranch, will you die? will you shed a tear for those 
  Who bled before your time?
                         Keith Garrett

                               BETWEEN THE TREES


  From the road I step beyond, into another world,


  Peaceful beauty is waiting as my morning begins.


  No one here but me and whatever lives between the trees,


  Listen to the birds high above, what types sing different 
  songs?

  I step into the darkened forest with my feet crunching the 
  Aged leaves,

  Quiet sounds are everywhere, things not seen, look close as 
  They are to be.

  Shadows move with the swaying branches just as they move 
  with time,

  Between the trees there is a most colorful, landscape to take in, 
  Follow me.

  There is life here that has stood for many generations, beyond 
  History,

  Between the trees, so many men and women have dreamed, 
  All things seen.
                                      Keith Garrett

                         JUDGMENT HAS A FACE


  From behind a door, walking down a street, who 
  Are they,

  They wander around, they look without a friendly 
  sound.

  With paper and pen, not a friend as they may smile 
  But pretend,

  Watched you are as you walk, speak, examined over 
  A way you dress.

  Judge me with your thoughts but what is there to see 
  In you,

  I am judged by those whom I never again see, strangers, 
  Some famil.

  Judgment has a face, not the same as it changes from 
  Day to place,
.
  We are judged with the rotation of our world, travels 
  With the wind.

                                Keith Garrett

                   A VIEW WORTH SEEING


  Fortunate if you are to see throught 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