BETWEEN WHAT IS AND WHAT IS NOT



 The universe exists all around us but do aliens really 
  Exist,

  We can see the sun resting in the sky, no pot of gold 
  Over a rainbow.

  Mountains formed, standing above so tall, not a bigfoot 
  Between the trees,

  The moon is for us a reality,  no face or a man lives up 
  There alone.

  Ireland and green grass are for real, across the sea they 
  Do appear,

  Leprechauns I have never seen, four leaf clovers bring luck 
  In a dream.

  Castles of old stand on many lands, stories of them, for 
  C,enturies are told,

  Magical spells and fire breathing dragons, were they ever 
  Seen or felt?

  Between what is and what is not are fables and tall tales 
  Handed down,

  Fantasies and all that is real live in our minds or before 
  Us We see.

                        Keith Garrett

                    BENEATH THE AUTUMN SKY


  From up so high life goes on down below, 
  This is so,

  It is seen from above, from the heaven where 
  We are to go.

  Beneath the Autumn sky, everything lives and 
  Has its time,

  There's a cycle of life, all things rotating as if it 
  Were a dance.

  Watch as leaves disappear from trees, falling together,


  They vanish, crumble and blow away with the wind, 
  Always.

  Beneath the Autumn sky, there are colors of orange, 
  Yellow, and red,

  Shades of beauty that are here for a Fall season, they
  Soon slip away.

  A cool breeze in the air, animals collecting food for a
  Winter cold,

  Beneath an Autumn sky there is life moving as all things 
  Must die.
                                   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

                   CAN ANIMALS DO THIS


  This is for the children, a story I tell,

  Listen quietly, can animals do this.

  Did you ever see a duck drive a truck,

  Can a Baboon fly a rocket to the moon.

 Have you ever seen a Giraffe laugh,

  Did you ever watch a lion that was crying.

  Do you suppose a snake would eat a piece of cake,

  Does a mouse eat cheese and live in a house.

  Can a frog sing to a barking dog,

  Does a bird know a word, one that you've heard.

  Can a cat laugh with a bat,

  Did you ever see a moose kicking a goose.

  What if a chimp could fly a blimp,

  Do you think  that a bear can fly through the air.

  Maybe a horse can say of coure, of course,

  Do you think that a cow can go meow.

  Have you ever seen a goat drive a boat,

  What about a sheep that swims so deep.

  Can animals do this, what do you think,

  Off to sleep, time to dream.

                          Keith Garrett     

                             A COWBOY'S HEART


  Born in a town, his roots most important to him,



  A mother and father, family mean so much.



  Love for the land that he walks upon, love of life,



  Precious is a horse he calls friend, a hard working man.



  Maybe the love of a woman he holds in his heart,



  A beautiful song lives in this cowboy's many thought's.



  Integrity and honor is in the kind of person he is,



  He has things of want but needs very little,



  Watching the sun go down as he rests upon his horse.



  He does what it takes, he stands always tall,



  He gives of his heart, much heart, a cowboy's heart.

                            Keith Garrett

              BENEATH THE AUTUMN SKY


  From up so high life goes on down below, this is so,


 It is seen from above, from the heaven where we 
  Are to go.

  Beneath the Autumn sky everything lives and has 
  Its time,

  There's a cycle of life, all things rotating as if it were 
  A dance.

  Watch as the leaves disappear from the trees, falling 
  Together,

  They vanish, crumble and blow away with the wind 
  Always.
  Beneath the Autumn sky there are colors of orange, yellow, 
  And red,

  Shades of beauty that are here for a Fall season, they soon 
  Slip away.

  A cool breeze in the air, animals collecting food for a 
  Winter cold,

  Beneath the Autumn sky there is life moving as all things 
  Must die.
                               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

                         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 sunst under par,  Always a champion you are.

                         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 and life.

                                                 Keith Garrett

  ECHOES AND SHADOWS


  When the wind blows there are echoes in time,


  Echoes of all that have passed on by.


  The sounds of a lifetime, listen as the children 
  Have grown,

  Echoes of voices lost with the emptying hourglass.


  There are the echoes of those who once lived,


  Laughter of young ones, now part of the wind.


  Shadows of the seasons, one by one, gone,


  Shadows remembered of a man standing in the sun.


  Shadows of trees that stood tall in the sky,


  Across mountain tops, shadows from morning 
  Till night.

  Echoes and shadows from the beginning of time,


  Time passed by, seen from many eyes.


                                         Keith Garrett