AN INSTANCE IN TIME

Life is but a flash, just as a lightning bolt strikes and is gone,

The earth is a speck compared to this neverending universe.

If each one us were even given a great gift of one hundred years,

Like a particle of sand compared again to the age of our world.

Like the wind blowing past and gone in the blink of an eye,

An instance in time is what we are given to see and realize.

Keith Garrett

A SMALL HOUSE

Along the banks of a river, is home,

Apple trees and hills of grass live here.

A small house for a family of people,

Food on the table and a fire burning warm.

Sitting on the porch, a fiddle in hand I am,

A pipe to smoke is an evening kind of thing.

Horses are down for the night, children in our sight,

Nineteenth century life is quite a fight.

A small house is all we need to believe,

Hopes and dreams are seen as far as our eyes can see.

Keith Garrett

FACES OF CLOWNS

Disguises are worn, they hide a world of fear,

Hidden with colors of false smiles or frozen frowns.

We laugh and we dance, juggle our thoughts and emotions,

Our world Is a cage, a circus of freaks and entertainment.

We challenge our own mortality, on a high wire we dance,

Shot through a cannon to where we may land, life In hand.

Faces of clowns, dressed In costumes they seem secure,

Acts put on for children, are they not the young that have tears.

We dress in our own costumes, put on a face that we choose,

Is what appears real only a magician’s magic, a trick of sorts.

Whatever expression we wear, whatever makeup we’re made of,

Faces of clowns, we all wear faces of clowns.

Keith Garrett

FROM THEIR HEARTS’

CRY SONGS’

Listen to the sound, close your eyes and feel what It Is that they speak,

Poetry cries out from these two hearts’ of musical Inspiration.

They sing of dreams’, possibilities of love, and sadness around,

Separate thoughts’, voices known well together or apart are these men of Imagination.

With so much emotion, out from his soul come words’ of hope,

Art Garfunkel stands’ a dreamer In a not so perfect world.

This mans’ guitar tells’ tales In magical tunes of rhythm,

Paul Simon Is a thinker of the wonders’ that life holds’ for mankind.

Keith Garrett

” ONCE I DREAMED”

One cold chilly night as I drifted off to sleep, what did I see,

Something happening In front of me, all around as I am still.

Once I dreamed baby, again It was you and me on a cold chilly night,

Dreamed we were together, dreamed everything was alright.

Walking hand In hand as the days’ turned to night, this I dreamed,

A pretty smile your face wears, to see this I have to sleep, dream.

Darling If only dreams’ could come true then It would be you and me,

Once I dreamed again, standing In front of me was you, dare to dream.

Again I dream, a dream that stands’ In front of me.

Keith Garrett

DAILY PLEASURES

Wake to the morning, a cup of tea or coffee,

Feeling the sunshine on a chilly, fall morning.

Something to eat as again hunger visits me,

A shower, a hug from maybe someone you love.

Feeling good as health is a precious gift to enjoy,

A stroll down the street just my headphones and me.

A breath of life from morning through the dark of night,

Taken for granted at times, daily pleasures are so fine.

Keith Garrett

FEBRUARY IS FINE

Winter still lives and I’ve got you on my mind,

January is almost gone, we’ll leave it behind.

Weather is still of cold, Spring is not yet here,

I dream of you, I dream of you any time of year.

The month may be cold, rainy, or sunny and bright,

That’s alright, February is fine, you’re on my mind.

Snow may be on the mountains, Christmas is yesterday,

The warm days will soon be here, one or two we may share.

February is fine, I have to say, February is fine.

Keith Garrett

FEBRUARY 9

I’ve always thought at the time of being a child that the date

Of this, February 9 was only mine, a day of fun and celebration.

This date and time has always been special to me as I am alive,

Each year as I do awake on this day nine, it is that life is mine.

Fifty eight I will surely be, I remember five, thirteen, and sixteen,

Eighteen, twenty one, thirty seemed scary as a little older I would be.

As a child, a teen, and adult, February nine would be a day for me,

Given by god was the ninth day of this month to join the human race.

Never knowing how many of these I will be blessed with is a thought,

February 9 nineteen sixty two, a baby and what seems like a long dream.

Keith Garrett

THEY WERE DIFFERENT

He walked down the street full of laughter and fun,

He was poor with no money but no worries had he.

She was from a different world, of money and material things,

A young woman with everything but she had nothing.

He was free with dreams that were possibly only dreams,

What he wanted was only to be, what he wanted was she.

She was art, dance, and culture passed on by a family,

What she wanted was to be set free, treasure was not just money.

He appeared as a man whose clothing meant he had no worth,

But what is the worth of a well dressed man with no integrity?

They were different she and he, drawn together by feelings,

The heart, the eyes, the touch of man to woman and woman to man.

They were different but they were the same, walking hand in hand,

With what’s love and pain.

Keith Garrett

THEY TRIED TO TAKE OUR FARM

To sweat and actually bleed, long hot days giving our all,

When the rooster crows we are already starting the morning.

What it takes to keep a farm, everyone pulling together as one,

You’ll find out quickly that no one will care, so you better care more.

The government decided they wanted our land, they asked politely,?

We said no! we don’t want to sell, that wasn’t really a question you see.

They got mean, we decide to get meaner, no one is taking our farm,

Here we’ll stand with guns in hand, die if we must, this is our land.

Together as one, women and men we were ready to fight for a farm, our home,

They tried to take our farm, we prayed for peace, we want this not to be,

In the end, we did not fall, we said it all, they went away, this is our home.

Keith Garrett