TRAIN RIDE

Awaiting Its’ arrival as here It comes to take me away,

Sounds like thunder rumbling down the track, whistling.

Puffing black smoke up Into the air, Its’ headlight shining,

This monster of steel Is here, time for me to climb aboard.

Listen to the hissing from this steam engine, hear It,

We take off heading through the hills’ with much to see.

From out of the window stare do I as we pass through,

Darkness from within a mountain carved out a passage.

Tons of rock and dirt hanging above us as we travel,

Moving through this tunnel Into the light, sun going down.

I listen to the sound of the power of this traveling train,

Out of the window Is a clear sky as the light from the full moon

Shines down, guiding our way across the land.

Keith Garrett

THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD

Through a twister, she journeys’ across the sky,

From her home In Kansas, she and her dog said goodbye.

To fantasy from reality In a place she fell,

Of tiny people, In this land where they dwelled.

If home Is where she wanted then a walk she would take,

Down a long road of yellow brick, to a city, she would make.

Along the way three friends’ she would meet,

Searching for something, each one was unique.

Till the end, they would fight a wicked soul,

Conquer and receive what It was they were told.

Click your heels’ together, one, two, three,

There’s no place like home, back there she would be.

Keith Garrett

STRENGTH AND POWER

With so much force and power am I,

Formed In the beginning, only time knows just why.

I travel and move up and down,

Over and under, my crash forms a sound.

All that lives here answers to me,

These creatures are many, on land they’re not to be.

I move along across the sand,

Sometimes I’m sitting calm, other times, high I’ll stand.

Everywhere Is seen by me,

I’ve visited far off places just like thee.

Throughout time many have sailed across my path,

At times kind I am to them but so many have felt my wrath.

I am strength and power, I am the ocean.

Keith Garrett

PAINTED CLOUDS

I walk the morning, the air has a chill and a breeze,

Out In the distance, above the hills, they float like balloons.

Shapes or sizes and colors of difference,

Splashed across the sky are painted clouds.

Vanish, they go away for a moment In time,

Reinvented, shaped from heaven above.

Pastel colors appeared In my sight,

Rays of light from the sun trying to peek through.

An Invisible smile, a memory of a face sketched,

Forever In my mind, eyes of beauty, a voice that echoes

Through the clouds.

Keith Garrett

” THIS LIFE”

The sun rises to an unforgiving day, what preys’,

Sympathy has no smile, It does not walk my way.

Faces of lies speak to me, satan In their eyes,

Spirit In the sky takes a grip of my hand, strength.

This Is a mans’ land, not of pure and good,

This life, this life of mine Is an alone adventure.

Words’ pour out of their mouths’ like water so dirty,

Only sounds’ do I hear, unrecognizable to these ears.

They try so hard to take this heart, they can not steal,

I’m reminded of the hurt they know I feel, not unreal.

This life, this life takes If It sees a smile and happiness

When It knows It’s In me.

Keith Garrett  THIS LIFE

” MAGIC”

Wizards with wands or magical dust,

Four leaf clovers and a seven showing always on two dice.

Witches and warlocks, wishes or rainbows,

Do dreams come true, there are stars and moons.

Do unicorns exist, are there spirits In the mist,

Is magic a fantasy, what you feel are prayers that are real.

Magic lives In the heart, It Is a wanting hope for all that you feel,

All you hope will be real.

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

A CHANGING MAN

Sit down my darling, sit back and relax, just listen,

I’m here to tell you a story about the life of a man.

Like an outlaw roaming the countryside day to day,

Mistakes not realized as he rides blindly Into loneliness.

Selfish and angry, as this anger stole the beauty and hope

Of what the world had to offer, nothing seen through his eyes.

Riding each day Into every sunset, never watching It go down,

Wasting time, running from a chance for happiness, this man.

Into his life one day, a woman of such beauty, In his eyes he did see,

Still taking for granted all there could be, holding on to mistrust.

She went away, she went far away, she saw the sunset, not he,

A changing man lives today, he rides and rides with his head held high.

Mistakes understood, selfishness gone away, anger turned to laughter,

He can see the beauty of this world through his now opened eyes.

Wasting no time as he does not run, he watches the sun go down,

Someday with her again to see the sunrise, to watch the sun go down.

A changing man can see, a changing man Is he.

Keith Garrett

THE BALLAD OF A MAN

The sun keeps going down, no ones ever around,

No one talks to me no more, I see my body on the floor,

The days and nights run into tomorrow, a little laughter and some sorrow.

Tears and crying in a world of pain, my mother went away before Spring was awake,

My dad’s been gone since I was a little boy, laughter and joy in between my sorrow.

Songs that ring inside my head remind me of things from yesterday and friends,

I started out a little boy, grew to a man who wonders where he’s going.

Brothers and sisters all over the place, I see their faces, do they have the same names,

I travel my own road of life, three children I love and an ex-wife I have never even liked,

This is a Ballad of a man who loved and cared, he did in his life all that he can.

Keith Garrett

A WHISPER

A soft blowing breeze, Invisible to the eye,

Hear It In your ear, listen to the whisper.

The sun rises, day breaks slowly,

Light replaces the dark, the morning whisper’s.

The kiss from a beautiful woman on your neck,

Warm and soft, gentle as a whisper, a whisper.

A smile shown to you, bright but quiet, silent,

Like a whisper Is breath not seen but heard.

A whisper Is love slightly heard but understood,

A whisper Is real, a whisper Is words between two.

Keith Garrett