DEADLY WAS THE NIGHT

Run fast! run! and try to hide from an evil night,

Fear is an ugly sight, heroes run for their lives, they die.

Bullets rain from the sky, from a window up so high,

Screams are many, what rings out drops them to the ground.

Those who were spared this night died forever a little inside,

By morning’s light so quiet as the dead lay still, no more alive.

On a peaceful night, blood spilled plenty, no reasons or why,

Listen as music and song turn to neverending cries, death visits this night.

Faces from many places, fifty eight would meet their fate, In the wrong place,

Run for your life! a concert, a festival, how can such a thing happen, not right.

Make sense of It, If you were so lucky to survive, scars that will forever bring tears to your eyes,

Deadly was the night, by morning light spirits would fly high beyond the sky.

Keith Garrett

PHOTO ALBUM,

Open it up, only empty pages are before you,

One by one, we add a picture, a scene from time,

Frozen within pages of a book, hidden with each turn.

It can not hold all that we see, not enough room for our history,

A photo album to pass along, share memories of life and family.

Not a movie, piece by piece, a glimpse of an adventure of life,

Turn the pages and find that with the passing time a book filled.

We become frozen in time, memories that we leave behind,

Expressions shared in pictures, we close the book on a simple time.

Keith Garrett

ON A HORSE, SHE RIDES

On a horse she rides, this dark haired girl,

Against the wind with a smile so bright.

No worries have she, this angel of the night,

Two separate souls, sharing this time.

Happiness shows on her face as this creature walks on,

Just a friend and a friend, riding along.

All dressed in black, on a horse she rides,

With all of her team at her side.

She Gallops and trots across the land,

Just a girl and a horse, they go hand and hand.

Keith Garrett

MYTHICAL TALES

Castles of knights so long ago, a far off land, a sword in a stone,

Dragons that fly across the sky, fire they breathe, burns the night.

Wizards dressed in robes of black, stars and moons on their backs,

Spells from a book, potions brewed up special in a pot of fire so black.

Sorcerer’s that cast upon the land an evil presence of giants so bad,

Legends of stories told from times of so old, kings and queens, guillotines.

Mythical tales and magical scenes only dreamed from minds of fairytale stories,

Possibly, Imaginations so real that just maybe once upon a time in another world.

Mythical tales from generation to generation, a place of old England,

Were there things once so real turned to tales and not believed again.

Keith Garrett

MYSTICAL TUNES’ OF LONG AGO

Like mystical Knights’ from a time long since past,

These three surviving warriors’ are back at last.

A golden god wailing tunes’ that echo through our minds’,

With emotion to his audience, a performer so fine.

From a magical guitarist born back In time,

Plays’ a bow on the strings’ like a wizard casts’ a spell.

On his organ, he plays’ sounds’ like they were made up In heaven,

Also, a guitar would be another weapon.

Together a power, none dreamed of before,

A masterpiece of song never seen on a stage floor.

Missing from them, one fallen warrior,

Whose hammering on his drums’ shook the ground like thunder,

They called him Bonzo, now a spirit In a new world of wonder.

From England, they were born some time ago,

Their music lives on forever you know.

Robert Plant, Jimmy Page, John Bonham, John Paul Jones,

Led Zeppelin, Keith Garrett

MY NAME WAS TOM

A lifetime ago, many years in the past,
My name was Tom, I lived on a farm in the South.
A wife named Elizabeth, a fine woman,
Two daughters, Emily and Marie, indeed.
During the Civil War, I took my place alongside many men,
Did not think I would return home, seeing so many die.
Wounded everywhere, families destroyed,
The war ended, I returned to be with my family.
We decide to head West, buy a farm,
Settled down to a new world, many years ago.
Friends I had are no more, I once had a farm,
Nothing is forever as Emily and Marie had grown.
Daughters once loved by me married and had children of their own,
My wife got older as did I, back in a time.
One day sickness took hold of my life,
I did die once upon a time.
My wife Elizabeth was now much alone,
Working the farm I once owned.
Not so many years had passed, memories are in the past,
Elizabeth, my once fine wife, it was now her time to die, too again be mine.
Life’s clock keeps ticking, things change, disappear,
Emily and Marie, those daughters of mine,
They had wonderful lives, they had their days to see heaven in the sky.
My name was Tom, I had a life,
A fine wife and two loving daughters by the names of Emily and Marie,
My name was Tom, now we are all gone.

Keith Garrett

MORE THAN A THEORY

I can see the world crumbling, weighed down by evil,

It’s overpowering the good and can be seen in many ways.

Will the world soon disappear or change its ways,

More than a theory are many things I think,

Assassinations and lies to the people are a reality.

John Wilkes Boothe did not act alone, I don’t think so,

James Earl Ray, was he really alone on that sad day,

Lee Harvey Oswald, who was the rest, what were their names?

Sirhan Bishara Sirhan, did he act alone, will we ever know,

More than a theory, so many lies, unanswered questions,

More than a theory, corruption and guilty lies.

Keith Garrett

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 centuries 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

WHAT A STORY A FACE MAY TELL

Moving like robots it is this thing our world now does do,

Their faces I watch and stare into as I make my way through life.

Smiles are a surprise when as I’m walking they pass me by,

There’s a look, an expression that speaks out loud with a silent cry.

I see a young woman with a tear in her eye, recently crying but why,

An angry picture an older man makes, his face has much to say.

Scared a little boy cries, all alone standing, no other waits by his side,

One walks along singing not a song, does not care, mean is very clear.

Frustration, despair, worry, and grief are masks worn in our everyday,

May the grace of god help to take these away, faces of love and happiness be again,

What a story a face may tell, look deep as it lies there without words.

Keith Garrett

IT FELL FROM THE SKY

It was a clear, warm, starry night, I was feeling alright,

Quiet as the crickets were singing from the dark.

My dog barking at whatever roams in the night,

I find myself here in the country, beautiful as it is.

No complaints in this place away from the noisy world,

For a moment a strange silence came over my surroundings.

My dog was barking but what it was could not be seen by me,

Suddenly the wind not seen howled across the open land.

Dust was blowing, no sound of anything else could be heard,

A rumbling could be heard while the ground shook violently.

A high pitched noise echoed from everywhere, my eyes stared,

A bright light flashed in the night, I saw this, it fell from the sky.

Keith Garrett