THE DUSTY TRAIL

THE DUSTY TRAIL

Traveling through an untamed land, I travel,

All that I own packed upon my horse and wagon.

There’s a lot of quiet time thinking and looking,

As the day ends I set camp, a fire, supper, and my horse.

Noises of the night are owls, crickets, or the wind,

Lucky am I to hold this guitar in hand.

Feed my horse and off to bed for a little rest,

A gun close by as I sleep with an open eye.

Just call me bob as when the sun rises I’ll be gone,

A hot cup of coffee, a bite to eat, and off I go.

The dusty trail takes me to many places of sight,

I travel by day then it’s time to stop for a much wanted, peaceful night.

Keith Garrett

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MY SECRET FRIEND

SECRET FRIEND

I was a small boy when first my friend appeared,

So long ago as now it is that I am much older than.

A friend that was there whenever I was lonely and scared,

I did talk to back then, laughed and ran in a field of weeds.

As I got a year older this friend was not by my side, wandered,

I would meet others and my friend would stand across the street,

Pacing back and forth, I was growing older as my friend remained a child.

Slowly I had not much in common with my secret friend, the games changed,

The more I wandered and found, the further the distance between us.

My secret friend was leaving me, I couldn’t hold on as much as I thought I wanted,

My friend was leaving me as it was time to go, just as I went away, a friend no more.

Keith Garrett

 

NEIGHBORS ARE A MEMORY

NEIGHBORS ARE A MEMORY

I lived when once a child around neighbors well known,

If you stay put long enough friendships are forever formed.

Whether or not you live in one place people still go away,

Neighbors are a memory more now in a fast moving world.

More and more we find that on our street there are no friends,

Are they a thing of the past, we live so close but rarely do we speak.

Are people so busy or do they just stay in their own worlds, keep to themselves,

Maybe just a glance, a sincere smile or nothing at all, are their names known?

The more houses are built, the less it seems we want to get acquainted,

Neighbors are a memory but not always in a world of what may be.

Keith Garrett

GREEK GOD OF THE SKY

GREEK GOD OF THE SKY

It rests way up high, giant in the dark of night,

So far away, when was it formed, millions of years from today?

Beyond the stars, spinning in outer space, thirteen rings around its face,

Father of the sky, seventh planet from the sun, will you ever perish and go away?

You go by a name known to all from the beginning of man, Uranus be your name,

Quite strange as you spin forever tilted on your side, a collision be the reason why.

You orbit with others of names which have been formed so many human lifetimes ago,

Beyond the Earth, space is a place of much mystery just as you hold a mystery of your own.

Keith Garrett

 

FEAR

” FEAR”

To walk alone, the growl of an unleashed dog,

In the dark of night with nobody else home.

A crowd of people watching as you attempt to speak,

Thoughts’ of the past, dreams’ of what yesterday may bring.

Crumble to the ground as the fear surrounds’ with no sound,

Do not cry, do not walk In circles, do not run, do not hide.

If eyes try to see through your windows’ of home,

Is It the thoughts’ In your mind or reality of the known.

Fear wears’ a face, It has a body and mind, It thinks’ and sees,

It remembers’ the painful monster, It Is you and me.

Keith Garrett

ONE DAY THE EARTH WILL DIE

ONE DAY THE EARTH WILL DIE

Born into the universe, created for a reason by a force,

It’s too amazing to believe that the Earth just became as thought.

The planet was formed, made to have life of such a variety,

Beautiful colors and mysteries to be solved, discoveries made.

Just a thought but does man waste to much time wondering why,

Why all things are the way they are, we have a minute to see it.

Someday just as all life does, one day the Earth will die,

A giant ghost town floating within the sky, a different land we will find.

Keith Garrett

 

HILLS OF DARKNESS

HILLS’ OF DARKNESS

Through the hills’ I walk to find a place,

Of peace and happiness for a home, I’ll make.

Escape I will from times of darkness,

Into the light of day where I want to be.

Leave behind things’ of the past,

Onward I walk till I find my path.

As my travels’ through the hills’ continue,

See do I clearer from my eyes.

These hills’ of darkness I leave behind,

Out In the open, of better things’ I’ll find.

Keith Garrett